This is a song about "Butterflies and aliens"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Oh my god, theres aliens

Without the sound of guns

Grab the scissors and saws and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

What preceded was the clue

Aliens should abduct you.

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And a fridge and some broccoli

It's roc nation, this my team

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

My styles universal aliens feel it