This is a song about "Aliens and butterfiles"

Oh my god, theres aliens

Without the sound of guns

This is the concrete

And kill yourself and your clique

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

I'm an entity unseen like aliens unknown being causing you dark dreams

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets//

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

My styles universal aliens feel it

And don't ever (and don't ever)

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

These aliens are among us..among you...like zombies