This is a song about "Mcdonald s"

And california on that jerk shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

But now invisible cells around your brain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

That i can only love you when you undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest