This is a song about "Aliens and butterfiles"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

Hey your honor, is you kidding

And i'm dizzy and spinning

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

My styles universal aliens feel it

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit