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

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Out of this coviction of feelings

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

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

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

But now my rage and anger builds up with hatred

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel