This is a song about "Ancient indian space"

Book of poetics, like ancient relics when i rhyme

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

I look ahead, i see outer space

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Sending out an ancient message that my mission's only just begun

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Overseas or outer space

You're that secret place

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

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole