This is a song about "Outer spaace"

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

And pray for better days

Overseas or outer space

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Game as i eat this concert/ alive/ take a dive/ beyond this girls outer layer to the inside/

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Girl you got a lovely outer surface

That scary love, never get married love