This is a song about "Jose builds spaceships of gayness"

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

To spit builds to the top then i rip i no i can brake any bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Feeling, of appealing

Or the chick leaving

February cold as my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

But now my rage and anger builds up with hatred