This is a song about "Mcdonalds work"

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Proposing naked in the opening of mcdonalds

We getttin throwed, still put in work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

People around are doing their work

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Puttin in work, to much work,

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

And their bloods trying make it work.

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,