This is a song about "Walk on space"

I'm the type of nigga to put reproduction on pause,once i walk in a room everyone

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if you walk on air, you will not fall

I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

Overseas or outer space

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I walk down cushing on the dyke back and forth i'm pacing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

What you think i flow for? y'all niggas is old dog

Do the math on the path i walk i'm done with the talk

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.