This is a song about "Who wouldve ever thought"

An alien on my own rock, who woulda thought

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Who can flood your thought with all the blood he mops

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

And i, who thought i'd lose.

My time with their half-witted reviews

Who ever parties should be proud damn it's good to be home

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome