This is a song about "Tito looks like a fucking frito"

Like a fucking thesis,

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Your face looks like it taste hooks

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

They all say it looks like i'm in a cliche rerun.

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Shes twitching it looks like she has a case of the fleas

He looks like the traditional white man's fool

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Looks like your just saw a ghost indeed

Let's put it on cruise control

Not a dream looks like fear took it's toll.