This is a song about "My taco"

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

The best thing would be for me to leave taco bell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My words are my rhythm

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Never break, took a break though

I looked at her taco

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one