This is a song about "A kid named jose"

Raising a kid on your own

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Resin sharing with a dick kid

The nerve i never hated

Of a kid with no exuberance

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

By a crackhead named june

I'm not moving like a cartoon

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,

Have a kid, have disease

Trap our young black seeds

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan