This is a song about "My taco"

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation

My streaks my testament.

Enforce, i'm elegant and

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,