This is a song about "Crawl space"

World's got me on my hands and knees like when i first learned to crawl

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

I crawl up and down bitches legs like im a fucking caterpillar,

So rest your weary heart

Plenty of space to park

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

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

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

We're running out of space,

This is no trial, this a closed case

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

It's about dismissin' a system that tricks you all to crawl

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