This is a song about "Burrito galaxy"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

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