This is a song about "Outer spaace"

The proper noun to explain my offer now is lost as my outer sound

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Feeling these lace disses like a stubbed toe, bro i rhyme beyond outer space/

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

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

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

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Overseas or outer space

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

They sent a nigga to outer space just to get lifted

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze