This is a song about "Takis fuego"

She prayed on me passing that bar

Sure it's nice to spark up a cigar,

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

To powder and sniff, you surmount to a whiff

But you make me open up

Money i make em buck

Bitch i'm all you need

Humpy dumpy, in front seat

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

She seeked a thunder,

They tested with stress that they under

I can just turn you into a dude who tap

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap