This is a song about "Aliens landing"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing

Ancient aliens first time seeing a flying saucer i'm not a human monster

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Oh my god, theres aliens

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

Get high, grab a chainsaw, kill some fuckin aliens

My styles universal aliens feel it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I invented ether puffin with aliens smokin reefer!

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for