This is a song about "Space age"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,

Been tryin my best to give you your space

Thinking of bliss and the good days

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,