This is a song about "Negros in space"

From my location in space, a sphere covered in rubble

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Dattle, strap in you're saddle, you're just a waste of space and a disgrace to

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Renting out the space in my head, it's got a vacancy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see