This is a song about "Shrooms and aliens"

Living young and wild and free

Knowing you can no longer party

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

My styles universal aliens feel it

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I'm up in the booth, pack a shrooms mackin' who back an nothing to lose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

When i get to warwick avenue

Aliens should abduct you.

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

And kill yourself and your clique

Grab the scissors and saws and

This is something different