This is a song about "Tacos in bikins"

Me and my microphone could be one

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

See i walked in while she creeped in.

In a private jet while i'm walking in

So if it comes down, may the best man win

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Toddlers in tiaras,

Where god at? i need to call him

Its in operation

I fell in and drowned in her juices,

She can make a pimp fall in love

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Popos to bring me some tacos while these locos looking like bozos saying

In the foreground while i'm in the

How beautiful are thou, africa