This is a song about "Hippie time and space"

And at the exact same time

Corduroys, cam will shine

A space encounter serving paste and powder

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Dattle, strap in you're saddle, you're just a waste of space and a disgrace to

But like space and time i stretch wide indefinitely

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Face spliffs and get outta this world like a space ship

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Lost in this space called time it feels like i'm losing my mind

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

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

I'm the wizard of oz you're a lizard on a gauze smeared with barbeque sauce ur iq is at a loss/