This is a song about "Flexing lizards mcdonalds"

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And all that stress in the ghetto, it has you flexing the metal bitch,

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Proposing naked in the opening of mcdonalds

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

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

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Flexing so hard, i'm gonna bust a vain

Your man wale in his own damn lane