This is a song about "Space taxi"

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Taking off into space, gravity cannot handle me

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Taxi! i need a ride to the real world,

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

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

Been tryin my best to give you your space

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

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

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation