This is a song about "Buzz aldrins space masturbation"

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

We're running out of space,

Masked by my buzz, fuck savin' face,

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Drug myself unconscious but my buzz is still definite

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

While i be blowing buzz, you be blowing your bloody nose, bitch

My buzz wont ever rust,

Put the purp in the blunt

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

I look ahead, i see outer space

Overseas or outer space

Yeah hail mary full of grace