This is a song about "Space day"

We're running out of space,

Baby got that super bass

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

So y'all niggas can fly

Flowing in space saying goodbye