This is a song about "Alien weed"

No weed needed to get higher

I said i'm hurting her

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

An alien to the public but stop fussing

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Me and satan vacatin to ancient alien places

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Me and my peeps often meet

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried