This is a song about "Loving space rock"

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

That your buying and there loving it,

But she took it in his place

Overall, your lost in deep space,

We're running out of space,

Tryin hard to hide my face

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Loving you is clouding my head

I don't want you to have my permit yet

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

I look ahead, i see outer space

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak