This is a song about "Love in space"

Never can i straight face

Overall, your lost in deep space,

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace,

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

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

In a space ship while they screaming at me: "let's just be friends!"

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Cork in a bottle ima send you out in a space shuttle

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Changing the pace in my flow as i gaze into space and,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I see them faggots in space and i don't need a hubble

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

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