This is a song about "Burritos and tacos"

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I know most guys won't freak together

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Big homie hov said i am close

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

I just want somebody i can see

And a fridge and some broccoli

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

This is something different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Here they keep a rachet close

Riddles and jokes and scary crows