This is a song about "Burritos and tacos"

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure

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

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And get it again and again

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Grab the scissors and saws and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones

Swear i will murk any beat

And stop playing hide and seek,