This is a song about "Alien"

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

An alien on my own rock, who woulda thought

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

So alien ima be, cause i ain't controlled by salary

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Dabbled in alien atmospheric, burying you in this searin lyric

I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now

Bout' those alien girls you met down the pit, talking bout' living in your pants, wow.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

My mentality is alien and alpha centauri,

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Me and satan vacatin to ancient alien places

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

An alien to the public but stop fussing