This is a song about "Space 1990 b"

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Tryin hard to hide my face

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Da real queen spellin b

A rational b j given by your raps

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Never can i straight face

We're running out of space,