This is a song about "Negros in space"

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Go to hell and get rape, penetrate by demons in the torment space

But seemingly believe it though

Floatin in space time is all i know

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

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

From my location in space, a sphere covered in rubble

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

In my jordans so i guess im space jammin out your back yard