This is a song about "Mcdonald s"

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Bad, just like an 80's car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb