This is a song about "Churros and llamas"

This how i hear it different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Could i make you my baby

Living young and wild and free

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And kill yourself and your clique

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Lady at the frank stand will

And inhospitable,

So i'm writing you this letter

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

There's crack, there's crack

And like to boast and brag