This is a song about "Space"

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

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

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Baby, you got that super bass

We're running out of space,

A space encounter serving paste and powder

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

This is no trial, this a closed case

I've become immune to you no name haters

Beat out all console space invader rapers