This is a song about "Std burrito"

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Stuck dealin to get a meal an a bomb to burst, now tucked in by a fuckin lie

Even though i never said i was real i steal for a dollar meal

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

I'm out my ramen noodle

Lady at the frank stand will

Getting green like an avocado, but with plain taste,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Is bein' broke as fuck, and can't afford a noodle bowl,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

My product so hot got everyone wantin more