This is a song about "Saving the earth"

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace,

You better believe that he's back, destroy the fucking earth,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Ten unique words before saving, rap pad what the fuck

Little latasha sho' grown

Buried in the earth alone,

But still has the perverse to coerce the earth

I've become immune to you no name haters

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines