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

The sweetness is overflowing just hope that i do not get ants

Butthemorethatitry to understand just leaves hair in my hands.

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

From my location in space, a sphere covered in rubble

Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

If you think imma furnish my space with worthless little verses

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

To put up with or tolerate this waste of space