This is a song about "Space travel"

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

Thinking of bliss and the good days

No wonder why when times get hard

Plenty of space to park

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Travel through time - coppin a diamond and bringing it into these lines

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate

We're running out of space,

Never can i straight face

Flowing in space saying goodbye

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Y'all want to see corruptibility? then travel down the block,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock