This is a song about "The essence of time and space"

Till the sentence is a essence,

They say he the key to my blessings

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Changing the pace in my flow as i gaze into space and,

My head space is bigger than the whole of home depot

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Absurd waste of earth space, takin' up all the commercial play