This is a song about "Surf cowboys in space"

I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

This one right here for polo

Floatin in space time is all i know

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

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace,

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

Go to hell and get rape, penetrate by demons in the torment space

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

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