This is a song about "Area"

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

A whole new creation of hidden lies up in the area 51 station

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Invade their area, dead bodies everywhere, i'll carry ya/

My all gold rolly or the

Fake based in the area

Undercover cops eyeing my area for payment.

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Area 51 dropped some shit be aware

Area you can find, cause when i get inside

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Braggin about my area 51 laminate

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Wack is what the haters say, this area with shades of gray,