This is a song about "Burritos and tacos"

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

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

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

And kill yourself and your clique

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

And remember what i said and

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

And once i'm dead and gone

Where i went wrong

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts