This is a song about "Space space space"

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Flowing in space saying goodbye

I get that work from my face

Been tryin my best to give you your space

If its not couture, i will not go to her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

And by the way i'mma start

Plenty of space to park

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways