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

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But it’s for shock value and money, we simply draw from this energy,

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

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Face spliffs and get outta this world like a space ship

Or never say never though i admit

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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