This is a song about "Loving aliens"

With these macs i've got a bad habit

My styles universal aliens feel it

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

The all loving immaculate master of all,

That your buying and there loving it,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view

Oh my god, theres aliens

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I call em up, they might fall through

Aliens should abduct you.

You and i spent everyday together loving each other

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder