This is a song about "Surf cowboys in space"

I mean the game been dry

Flowing in space saying goodbye

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

In a space ship while they screaming at me: "let's just be friends!"

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

I always made sure there was a small space around like i was in the wrong place

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

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

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

From my location in space, a sphere covered in rubble