So I made this super ambient track to reflect on a time I went to Taco Bell and I ordered 4 cheese roll ups and the cashier was like "Is dat it" but she didn't say it she just looked at me that way and she was large and black so I assumed her to be sassy and independent also. Nonetheless, who was she to judge me!? Did she know not who I was!? So I don't prescribe to the norm of a taco bell patron with their slovenly meat burritos and wretchedly rubbery vegetables. All I wanted was a tortilla in cheese. I've ordered the exact same thing since I was 8 and they finally put it on the menu so you know what, fuck you lady, Taco Bell knows what I want, I don't care what you want. I don't want a fucking Nacho Plate with those rollups, I did say 4, I will have a large drink. Fuck you.