This is a song about "Space space space"

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

This is no trial, this a closed case

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

To put up with or tolerate this waste of space

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

Of impactful things one can ask for

A space encounter serving paste and powder

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation