This is a song about "Space boobs"

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

I still got my nike boots

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Overseas or outer space

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

Listen to every word that i slur

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Know give me a head start

Plenty of space to park

I look ahead, i see outer space

Left brain, super 3, creator ace