This is a song about "Moving outta space"

Moving houses for supposed whores

Black fours red drop head doors

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Overseas or outer space

But i know i see better days

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Rap was his only hope, like weapons shooting, seconds moving

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

I look ahead, i see outer space

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

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

Im moving right past ya

I ain't, mad, at cha