This is a song about "Lace tacos bars"

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

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

I be spittin the bars,

And mine somewhere bout mars

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

She stunned and amazed me with her lace attire

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done