This is a song about "Taco bell and hoes"

When people bell phone and its off they start mourning

She only love me when i be ignoring

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Sneak and blogger, does that ring a bell?

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those