This is a song about "Personal space"

We're running out of space,

Don't you fall from grace

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

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Flowing in space saying goodbye

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

And stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus

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