This is a song about "Galaxy stars and space"

Changing the pace in my flow as i gaze into space and,

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Only way to leave is by smoking this j, and drifting away, into space,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

The things that i can see, so many flashing stars and lights

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Instead type it off into the cyber space and

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow