This is a song about "Alien weed"

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

From the back seat, back seat

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Me and satan vacatin to ancient alien places

Swear i will murk any beat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

My mentality is alien and alpha centauri,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

What do i really need