This is a song about "Personal space"

This is no trial, this a closed case

Overseas or outer space

We're running out of space,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Their personal items destroyed

I make her kitten moist

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

And stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

They say that i never cease to amaze

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

So y'all niggas can fly

Flowing in space saying goodbye