This is a song about "Mcdonalds mix ta"

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

"money and blood don't mix

They bringing me fish and chips

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Need i say more? nah i really don't have ta,

To liberate yourselves, africa

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?

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,

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I'm here ta edify, you

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

He got you sick, he takes the mix