This is a song about "Fiend of tacos"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Popos to bring me some tacos while these locos looking like bozos saying

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving

Five shots she ready to leave

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Talk money when you're in poverty, you grip and fiend,

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

It's not making sense to you right now but

Nothing but another fiend, till i fucked up

The fiend of a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend

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