This is a song about "Space and planets"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Rumour has it, my rhymes are vast like super planets

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace,

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

I make the motherfucking planets align,

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Overseas or outer space

Yeah hail mary full of grace

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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