This is a song about "Space turtles"

A space encounter serving paste and powder

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Plenty of space to park

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Is a space that now you hold

The truth shall be told

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Put expressions in their music and create the face

A white rapper,rabbit, but we win it like its a turtles race/

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

I look ahead, i see outer space

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

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