This is a song about "Floating in space"

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

But i'm not in the first place

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Floating, gloating, g.o.a.t.ing, in closing

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

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

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Floating, gloating, g.o.a.t.ing, in closing

Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole