This is a song about "Space ships"

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Fuck scholar ships. give me a holar heres some ballar tips.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While all those ships go tips(y)

Hail mary nigga, run quick see