This is a song about "Area 51"

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

I need to drive out this area and get assistance

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

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

218 be my area lookin like you got malaria feel a bit sorry for ya,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Braggin about my area 51 laminate

Undercover cops eyeing my area for payment.

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk