This is a song about "Aliens and butterfiles"

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

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

She got me caught up in the moment

Social conditioning and

And a fridge and some broccoli

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I snatch your girl if you're slipping