This is a song about "Fiend of tacos"

As prolific and as active as can be, fiend, abuse it,

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

I’m a fiend not a drug fiend but a dough fiend

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

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

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

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

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

A flaming gleam while they scream unseen, a screaming cracked fiend