This is a song about "Aliens and butterfiles"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Oh my god, theres aliens

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Social conditioning and

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

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

My styles universal aliens feel it

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I invented ether puffin with aliens smokin reefer!

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I thought i recognized her

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

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts