This is a song about "Lost space"

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

We're running out of space,

From where they praise

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Been tryin my best to give you your space

Baby got that super bass