This is a song about "Deep space nine"

Flowing in space saying goodbye

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I find dimes like nine - five

What we gotta do to survive

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Rob you on the street with the nine

You reflect in this heart of mine

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Guess that means you can never be mine

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

Plenty of space to park

I'm so intact so i stay sharp