This is a song about "Butterflies and aliens"

That's the way, you can move it baby

Living young and wild and free

Just know that you'll be leaving with butterflies

Just to make it in this broadway lights

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And a fridge and some broccoli

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And don't ever (and don't ever)

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

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

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And inhospitable,

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

My styles universal aliens feel it