This is a song about "Space pup"

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

And any connotation is viewed many ways

The ice ain't really nothing to her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

To put up with or tolerate this waste of space

I look ahead, i see outer space

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

But cheer up i manufacture like krupp and you shit like a pup

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Up a storm, the young pup was born into crime