This is a song about "Space exploration"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Overseas or outer space