This is a song about "My own space"

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

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

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Just to let you know, you are

I could handle this on my own

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Did it all on my own

Little latasha sho' grown

I am my own father, i am my own brother,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Thinking of bliss and the good days