This is a song about "Fiend of tacos"

Another fiend who quit believing, another demon, just

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

When i'm fiending for a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend...

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

The hate and the evil that you gave mei shine as a reminder of what you've done to my people

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I get a craving like i fiend for nicotine

Nothing but another fiend, till i fucked up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club