This is a song about "Line shape color texture from value and space"

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While you starin' over your shoulder

A space encounter serving paste and powder

While you debatin' a resign from gettin' cooked from my previous line.

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Every since then our whole city been horrible

From my location in space, a sphere covered in rubble

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

If they find that stash box just one time

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Grab it and handle it, dismantle it 'til you like the shape