This is a song about "Space isis"

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

To put up with or tolerate this waste of space

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

But you never come when you period is five days

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face