This is a song about "Space pirates"

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Your waist of space while i levitate

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

In his body and face

We're running out of space,

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

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