This is a song about "Space dog"

Separate us, from what jay brought

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Every dog has it's day

Observe: cock and spray

These dog bitches hungry

Fuck fame, fuck money

Only real niggas stay on top

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

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

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Blasting out some backyard

Plenty of space to park

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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