This is a song about "Burritos and tacos"

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

And remember what i said and

Got shows on top of shows

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And once i'm dead and gone

December 4th a star was born

I fear no opponent

Social conditioning and

Big homie hov said i am close

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I don't know defeat

And kill yourself and your clique