This is a song about "Space ships"

While i'm making history

While all those ships go tips(y)

The fire spitter, he sinks ships

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

I look ahead, i see outer space

I get that work from my face

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

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Sinkin' ships are dying, we participated in past movements,