This is a song about "Space"

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

And i just love your flashy ways

Plenty of space to park

No gimmick: real time, real heart

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

It'll last for all these crazy days

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I look ahead, i see outer space

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!