This is a song about "Fiend of tacos"

Yo i'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend, y'all motherfuckers get yo act clean,

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Ass shots in her seven jeans

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

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

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

And im still mean rappin gets me high like a true fiend

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

Not only had the fiend died

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Another fiend who quit believing, another demon, just

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different