This is a song about "Hamburger"

My rhymes leave your face like some hamburger meat,

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill