This is a song about "Std burrito"

Lucifer, our beef is over but not forgotten

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

Is it necessary to spark beef?

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

People want yas to beef/

Gotta go, let her leave

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Shovelin' in my breakfast like i don't care about calories

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Never present at breakfast, you just never attended, couldn't digest it.

And by the celophane is type of plastic wrap

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I con science, an icon to my alliance