This is a song about "Cowboys and aliens"

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

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

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Live from the lamont's rose

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Niggas that guided me through

Aliens should abduct you.

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Get high, grab a chainsaw, kill some fuckin aliens

Grab the scissors and saws and

And the word most important

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

My styles universal aliens feel it

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys