This is a song about "Ancient indian space"

Overall, your lost in deep space,

But i know i see better days

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Plenty of space to park

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Attributes of aristotle from the era of alabaster archways and ancient aqueducts.

Without the glovesno love for these fake desperadosand thugs i bleed to envysmoke and blow out they blunts

Overseas or outer space

Left brain, super 3, creator ace