This is a song about "Austin weber"

Taking off into space, gravity cannot handle me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Now my homie's in the hospital with a breathing unit,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Beat out all console space invader rapers

And you all will respect that

G-unit would make of it!

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase