This is a song about "Crawl space"

Crawl before you walk, chew before you eat

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

You'll crawl or walk away either fucked up or smiling

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

There's stories i could tell ya that would make spines crawl,

Oh no! laylow, he begun to crawl out from under all

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Plenty of space to park

They don't hear my bark

Overseas or outer space

But i know i see better days

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

And i just love your flashy ways