This is a song about "Personal space"

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

And this the endso good luck with your career

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

If i die today was it business? was it personal?

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

It'll last for all these crazy days

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Baby, you got that super bass

We're running out of space,

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

Together all the timethought it was true love