This is a song about "Dead space"

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Overseas or outer space

But i know i see better days

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race