This is a song about "Mcdonalds employees"

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I turn my back and laugh when my employees would like a lick,

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

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

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,

Asking employees to help me at the laundromat

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Proposing naked in the opening of mcdonalds

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell