This is a song about "Space and sea"

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

But like space and time i stretch wide indefinitely

Helicopters on the set of my sales

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

Face spliffs and get outta this world like a space ship

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

A space encounter serving paste and powder

You and i, were a bottle in the sea. allergic stingers on two bees.

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Dattle, strap in you're saddle, you're just a waste of space and a disgrace to

Only way to leave is by smoking this j, and drifting away, into space,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case