This is a song about "Space police radio"

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Overall, your lost in deep space,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Turnin up that radio

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

It'll last for all these crazy days

I get that work from my face

We're running out of space,

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Listen to the radio huh never mind,