This is a song about "Dead space"

Tryin hard to hide my face

Overseas or outer space

Plenty of space to park

Blasting out some backyard

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

To put up with or tolerate this waste of space

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Taking off into space, gravity cannot handle me

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

If he don't show up, think i can take his place