This is a song about "Space dandy"

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

They're scrapping in alleys, acting real dandy as the magazines clappin'

Were the 2 it our names space bar space bar you. if you dout me

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

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

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Thinking of bliss and the good days

We're running out of space,

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

Put expressions in their music and create the face

No wonder why when times get hard

Plenty of space to park