This is a song about "Space aliens"

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

These aliens are among us..among you...like zombies

Oh my god, theres aliens

So here i am at the store for some chips

Plenty of space to park

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

We're running out of space,

Never can i straight face

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens