This is a song about "Space invaders"

Flowing in space saying goodbye

That got your mother high

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

And i just love your flashy ways

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

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

A space encounter serving paste and powder

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Your waist of space while i levitate

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight