This is a song about "Space isis"

A space encounter serving paste and powder

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

Plenty of space to park

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

So let me tell you about this guy

Flowing in space saying goodbye

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Hard to forgot she's gone space bound

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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