This is a song about "Space pirates"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

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

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Overseas or outer space

Lookin' at me, now they know my face