This is a song about "Burrito"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And roll all my own blunts

He dont want the diamonds

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

She uses my nut like salad dressing

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

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