This is a song about "Alien space farts"

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

But i've got the farts, well contained

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Alien dna in my veins and delivery.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

My mentality is alien and alpha centauri,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Looking for them better days

I look ahead, i see outer space

But i've got the farts, well contained

But they sold jello in the paint