This is a song about "Time and space travel"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Travel the world, and the seven seas

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Lost in this space called time it feels like i'm losing my mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Floatin in space time is all i know

Bad bitches never loved them though