This is a song about "Aliens and butterfiles"

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Man this life is but a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I'm an entity unseen like aliens unknown being causing you dark dreams

Can only offer them a fraction. of the fame, man what a dame. she keeps

I do the right thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Dc star, a pg legend

And remember what i said and

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,