This is a song about "Space and sea"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I see them faggots in space and i don't need a hubble

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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