This is a song about "Penguins in space"

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

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

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Changing the pace in my flow as i gaze into space and,

From my location in space, a sphere covered in rubble

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Floatin in space time is all i know

Hit the club she drop it low

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

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

At times i like to watch out the latest shit