This is a song about "Spaces"

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

So the spaces you find, fucked up as my mind is bitch

I actually put words inbetween words, instead of spaces, i rap like

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

So fill up the spaces with the message that is given,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

Genocide to white spaces

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs