This is a song about "Negros in space"

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

In a space ship while they screaming at me: "let's just be friends!"

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

I see them faggots in space and i don't need a hubble

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip