This is a song about "Heather and jose"

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Cause lately iv been going by jose n stocking on my prey

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Living young and wild and free

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned