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

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Feeling, of appealing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Of the book of your life

Sky high, iced out paradise

They bringing me fish and chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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