This is a song about "Jose is chode"

This maine scene is what it is

Aight santana man...let's do this

The bomb is can bwe you is

But you hate them navel kisses

Security is tight

Wino might find yo' sight

*is that what i think it is?*

And you ride with this

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Sentence after sentence is what it is

This is ice, this is frozen,

Cold world no blanket son

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap