This is a song about "Buzz aldrins space masturbation"

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Bystanders continue their buzz why worry about those hoes

Drug myself unconscious but my buzz is still definite

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Like we were the bees of the buzz

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Overseas or outer space

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

He comes back sometimes and tries to ruin my buzz

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Plenty of space to park