This is a song about "Chopped pussy at mcdonalds"

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

Take out the mcdonalds,

We don't ever make love

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Proposing naked in the opening of mcdonalds

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

That boy dil flip more meat than the mcdonalds i was workin at

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,