This is a song about "Mystery alien getting high fucking bitches"

Alright man stop rappin about getting bitches

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

We getting money, you can face the facts

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

That was a blessing in disguise like jamaicans getting high,

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,