This is a song about "Jammin burger king"

Way out hand running to burger king

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

And cook her so you can serve her in a special spicy burger

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Why not me the same thing

Steak dinner everydayfor the moviemy life is like a compton play

Getting carried away, but like burger king she can have it her way

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Wonder whether i should murder you like a burger cuz i'm smarter than a observer

I'm feelin like a king,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

In my jordans so i guess im space jammin out your back yard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start