This is a song about "Aliens in the air"

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

I can't keep running away

Let some in the air and say

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

One in the air for the people who fight

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right