This is a song about "Burger boy"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Dolla burger me fuck a flea circus

Getting carried away, but like burger king she can have it her way

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay lookin' boy

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

And cook her so you can serve her in a special spicy burger

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Even went large like a burger king combo

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ