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

I was born to do the damn thing

And i'm suspended in the air floating

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Go to hell and get rape, penetrate by demons in the torment space

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Instead type it off into the cyber space and