This is a song about "Fully automated luxury gay space communism"

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Roll up to a five star luxury

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

Luxury life, results living bad

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

The anger inside has never been fully addressed

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

But you never come when you period is five days