This is a song about "Space dicks"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Overall, your lost in deep space,

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Then i stabbed in their dicks

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

Overseas or outer space

Fuck that job been around that block

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

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

That sits on peoples dicks