This is a song about "Mcdonalds mix ta"

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

She can make a pimp fall in love

Take out the mcdonalds,

She likes the way it hits her lips

And add nightmares to the mix.

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks