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

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

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

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

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

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

I see them faggots in space and i don't need a hubble

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

What if i confess my love and mess up the only chance i have..what if i don't and just toss/

Mac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's off, i make you snap and slap your bandana off