This is a song about "Takis fuego"

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Thus spake zarathustra now i'm philosophical and shit

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

We sat together, talking bout love, straight loving in that love seat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

Your on fire.. your on fire

Took the van, went snatch her

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,