This is a song about "German tunnels"

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

German procrasinator, better invest in a nest to survive to be the best,

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Unless i worked in tunnels and doing work with shovels

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard