This is a song about "Love mcdonalds nicky"

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

That boy dil flip more meat than the mcdonalds i was workin at

Talking about big love

But you hate them navel kisses

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

// [bitch you get (no love)]

And i can't help but notice

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And now it's clear as this promise

// [bitch you get (no love)]

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus