This is a song about "Burritos and tacos"

Well, the club bout to hear this song

And once i'm dead and gone

Social conditioning and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And remember what i said and

This is something different

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

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Let my angel sing

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

And get it again and again

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

And like to boast and brag

She always comin back