This is a song about "Lace tacos bars"

Life's a trip my nigga make sure you lace your sneaks,

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

She stunned and amazed me with her lace attire

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

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

You pull up in parking lots

And your readin my bars

Make up dis...face it the music i embrace it then lace it with skill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will