This is a song about "Social alien"

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

My mentality is alien and alpha centauri,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

So alien ima be, cause i ain't controlled by salary

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see