This is a song about "Crawl space"

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

Driving my car to a foreign place

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

I look ahead, i see outer space

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

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

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

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

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

We're running out of space,

And i just love your flashy ways

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

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,