This is a song about "Renting spaces"

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Renting out the space in my head, it's got a vacancy

So the spaces you find, fucked up as my mind is bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Genocide to white spaces

I actually put words inbetween words, instead of spaces, i rap like

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

So fill up the spaces with the message that is given,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done