This is a song about "Being an alien"

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

I’m being sarcastic,

You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

So alien ima be, cause i ain't controlled by salary

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Fuck being an architect and kissing ass,

I stay distant in an instant only intrest being lifted a couple inches

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I believed in a higher being.

I just got one request, stop breathing

Me and satan vacatin to ancient alien places

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

An alien on my own rock, who woulda thought