This is a song about "Space camp"

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

They say that i never cease to amaze

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

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

And pray for better days

We're running out of space,

Don't worry big girls, my dick can take the space

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

To put up with or tolerate this waste of space

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

A space encounter serving paste and powder