This is a song about "Space man"

Better yet they work my every nerve

Beat out all console space invader rapers

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

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

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

I look ahead, i see outer space

Plenty of space to park

Swear they go hard