This is a song about "Penguins in space"

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

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

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

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

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

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

Floatin in space time is all i know

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

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

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Tryin hard to hide my face

Overall, your lost in deep space,