This is a song about "Loving space rock"

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

We're running out of space,

Baby got that super bass

Say i'm not hot

Im spittin like the rock

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

The all loving immaculate master of all,

That your buying and there loving it,

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Loving you is clouding my head

Code red, which means you go red