This is a song about "Time and space"

And now these hoes are on my line

And i don't waste my time!

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Overseas or outer space

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Dattle, strap in you're saddle, you're just a waste of space and a disgrace to

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

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

But like space and time i stretch wide indefinitely

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

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

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

A space encounter serving paste and powder