This is a song about "Space zombie"

But i'm not in the first place

We're running out of space,

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Plenty of space to park

See, where i come from is hard

This is no trial, this a closed case

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

I look ahead, i see outer space

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

They said to prepare for zombie apocalypse,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Not video games with a zombie horde

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Now im in the zone like i bitten by a zombie