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

Time to start the game, crack your brain, like wrath of caine/

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Watch how quickly they find a new leader

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

But like space and time i stretch wide indefinitely

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

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