This is a song about "Do aliens exist"

My styles universal aliens feel it

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Oh my god, theres aliens

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.