This is a song about "Hippie time and space"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Go to hell and get rape, penetrate by demons in the torment space

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

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

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace/

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space,