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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Flowing in space saying goodbye

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

If you feel it, it must be real just

She leave her hair in the sink

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Cork in a bottle ima send you out in a space shuttle

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

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