This is a song about "Butterflies and aliens"

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

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

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

I'm writing, otherwise i'd be somewhere higher than butterflies

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

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

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for