This is a song about "A burrito with ground beef and guacamole"

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

We self-made but never is an i on the team

As he bleeds he sees a gun on the ground jumped and grabbed it

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Expectin' me to be in a kitchen, you're the beef and i'll slit it

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Beef with me say you're a stronger emcee? you're a damn liar

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Turned my world in to a play ground