This is a song about "My taco"

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Your girlfriend want to follow

I looked at her taco

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

My streaks my testament.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,