This is a song about "Taco s"

I looked at her taco

Your last man was semi pro

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

When he yelps that means he has to go to taco bell

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

S queezys very bold

Is a space that now you hold

The best thing would be for me to leave taco bell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard