This is a song about "Kerbal space program"

Equate to get straight with the program, wipe

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

To put up with or tolerate this waste of space

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

I look ahead, i see outer space

Driving my car to a foreign place

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Were the 2 it our names space bar space bar you. if you dout me

We're running out of space,

Slow and steady wins this race

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways