This is a song about "Potato llamas in space with hair gel"

If you think imma furnish my space with worthless little verses

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Anything to please us. comin up with words out of no where got some hair

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!

And i did the video for really though

Floatin in space time is all i know

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through