This is a song about "Doge muffins tacos and weed"

We going weed, women and some alcohol

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

That hands you weed and alcohol

I keep my money neat

Put up and smoke that weed,

With some weed and a cup

Love will have you stuck

Here they keep a rachet close

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,