This is a song about "My taco"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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

The best thing would be for me to leave taco bell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

When he yelps that means he has to go to taco bell

Dissecting my specimen

I pop one, you pop one

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

This is my original, my validation

I looked at her taco

Ain't no gimmick with the flow