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

Where every recipient, property of the state

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships

Beaches of normandy.

Fuck that now trying get the money

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

They say i talk like im god body

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

And if i want to go outside

Out of mind out of sight