This is a song about "Smithsonian air and space museum"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And i'm suspended in the air floating

Changing the pace in my flow as i gaze into space and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

But like space and time i stretch wide indefinitely

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The lonely ocean sings and the wind sucks the warming air thin,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin