This is a song about "Space boobs"

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

I look ahead, i see outer space

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Your waist of space while i levitate

And still got my nike boots

And when theres booze their is boobs

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space