This is a song about "Aliens and butterfiles"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I invented ether puffin with aliens smokin reefer!

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

My styles universal aliens feel it

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,