This is a song about "Space"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

I look ahead, i see outer space

This is no trial, this a closed case

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

To put up with or tolerate this waste of space

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Baby, you got that super bass

We're running out of space,

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days