This is a song about "Aliens and butterfiles"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

My styles universal aliens feel it

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

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

Aliens should abduct you.

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Put the purp in the blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Mama made her pretty

Living young and wild and free

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems