This is a song about "Kid meal mix tape"

And bijies like im out and

You must mix that with dank

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Save up for some mcdonald's value meal

Stop the tape! this kid needs to be locked away! (get him!)

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

Yellow diamonds in my ear

I went out , got some meal

All my love to these queens in here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal