This is a song about "Tacos in bikins"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

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

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

In his knapsack and drifted in delight.

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

How beautiful are thou, africa

In the foreground while i'm in the

She can make a pimp fall in love

I fell in and drowned in her juices,

Hmmm where should i begin

Knocked out in the lunch in