This is a song about "Personal space"

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Flowing in space saying goodbye

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

We're running out of space,

But i'm not in the first place

So please don't take it personal, the ending is clear

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

To make karma come faster than she normally will