This is a song about "Aliens and butterfiles"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

I invented ether puffin with aliens smokin reefer!

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Live from the lamont's rose

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

There'd still be niggas out killing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Living young and wild and free

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

Ancient aliens first time seeing a flying saucer i'm not a human monster

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

And i just want to hold her