This is a song about "Burrito galaxy"

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.

Defiant to this red giant, i'm not dying, flying out of this galaxy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree