This is a song about "Space police radio"

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

We're running out of space,

Haven't slept for days

And any connotation is viewed many ways

I look ahead, i see outer space

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

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

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

On the radio, that's my favorite song

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

Can barely walk the city streets