This is a song about "Hotdog buns"

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

Pushin the hotdog handcart with explosives strapped under it

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.