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

In my heart and in my mind

Cause i’m back on my grind

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

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This boa, what's your motivation

Taskforce reporting in

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Catch you up on places i've been

Knocked out in the lunch in

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

In every thought, in every word