This is a song about "Hotdog buns"

Pushin the hotdog handcart with explosives strapped under it

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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.