This is a song about "Mcdonalds money"

I heard that time is money

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

That boy dil flip more meat than the mcdonalds i was workin at

Not bad using that dope money

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

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,

Im in it for the money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see