This is a song about "Personal space"

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Fuck a personal foul, i'm just hurtin' 'em now

Personal assault, how could her father do that to his lover

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Certainly working on personal courtesies

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face