This is a song about "Walk on space"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Or ill rip out your spinal cord,walk on it like vinyl floors,

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

Even if you walk on air, you will not fall

The haters gonna walk up and spit on ya shoe

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

I walk up on you, "well, hello tonya"

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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