This is a song about "Chopped pussy at mcdonalds"

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

A happy home, that's my fantasy

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?

Said she had nice pussy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Always knew where the pot was

Take out the mcdonalds,

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see