This is a song about "Negros in space"

I shine like something in the sky

Flowing in space saying goodbye

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

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

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country