This is a song about "Hamburger helper"

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

The way we blow that shit up, call it hamburger hill,

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

My rhymes leave your face like some hamburger meat,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper