This is a song about "White taco"

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

White black contrast doesn't matter

Huh, i can't interpret her

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Or throw in the white towell

Turn around and then you flip your hair

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

White sand beaches everywhere

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Im not just another white fellow