This is a song about "Political organization of space"

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Your waist of space while i levitate

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

My head space is bigger than the whole of home depot

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Drowning in the political soup

Baby, you got that super bass

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Plenty of space to park

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze