This is a song about "Cowboys and aliens"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Listen, these niggas is tripping

And i ain't frontin for her

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

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

My styles universal aliens feel it

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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