This is a song about "A kid named jose"

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

You bout as straight as a wheel some fool named ferris.

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Quarters, dimes, nickles and a hottie named penny

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Not king james, these were coke kings

Of a kid with no exuberance

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

I'm not moving like a cartoon

By a crackhead named june

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period