This is a song about "Std burrito"

Every street know me, isn't a street don't know me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

You forget this shit comes from the street

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,

Make sure to give them my all

But don't fall asleep

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Roll up in my ‘rrari stole your bitch i’m sorry

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Just roll up and choke, then you'll be just fine.

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

When i roll another doob up

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

I'm the enron don, con more dollars than kenneth lay dreams