This is a song about "Space day"

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

I look ahead, i see outer space

And i got them gold bottles, first place

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

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!

Know give me a head start

Plenty of space to park

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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