This is a song about "Space invaders"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Baby got that super bass

We're running out of space,

I've become immune to you no name haters

Beat out all console space invader rapers

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space