This is a song about "Aliens and butterfiles"

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Get high, grab a chainsaw, kill some fuckin aliens

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Social conditioning and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt