This is a song about "Space raders"

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

This is no trial, this a closed case

I look ahead, i see outer space

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Your waist of space while i levitate

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

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

I'm a dogyeah, yeah i rap harder

A space encounter serving paste and powder

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

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race