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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

The tension builds and suddenly everyone drops to the floor,

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

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

Of the book of your life

I just shake dice

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hope all over again, we can start

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

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