This is a song about "Ivan space"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

To put up with or tolerate this waste of space

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

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

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space