This is a song about "Mcdonalds big mac"

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,

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Take out the mcdonalds,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

Could've worked at mcdonalds, i said fuck that scary ass clown