This is a song about "Outer space"

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

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Girl you got a lovely outer surface

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Don't worry big girls, my dick can take the space

Put expressions in their music and create the face

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Move like i’m walking with an open case