This is a song about "Space cowboy"

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Been tryin my best to give you your space

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

We're running out of space,

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Beat out all console space invader rapers

I've become immune to you no name haters

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

But you never come when you period is five days

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation