This is a song about "Tacos and tortas"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones

You feel it from your head to your toes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

And stop playing hide and seek,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And like to boast and brag

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Exclusives, y'all never seen