This is a song about "Do aliens exist"

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

No more does he exist, all are missing,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Metaphors son, i'm guessin you didn't know they exist

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

These aliens are among us..among you...like zombies

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I invented ether puffin with aliens smokin reefer!

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Fuck it, there's no reason for this to exist/