This is a song about "Space ships"

I put missiles through ships, this is as crystal as it gets

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

The fire spitter, he sinks ships

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

While all those ships go tips(y)

Lord knows you've been busy

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

So rest your weary heart

Plenty of space to park