This is a song about "Empty space"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Flowing in space saying goodbye

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Say you through will all my foul ways

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Plenty of space to park

So rest your weary heart