This is a song about "Hippie time and space brain"

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Instead type it off into the cyber space and

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Floatin in space time is all i know

Same bitches used to play me though

Face spliffs and get outta this world like a space ship

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

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

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

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

My speeches come from my soul and brain,