This is a song about "Hot fries"

Because i see right through your disguise

As i eat your flesh with a side of fries,

As long as we're cooperating with god

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

And don't make vibrations stop

I'm falling from god and it's hot

You see him as a god

At bunker hill hot summer,

In one way or another

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal