This is a song about "Space dicks"

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Like two dicks and no chick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space