This is a song about "Ordering mcdonalds"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Voices in my head ordering me to shed red

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Proposing naked in the opening of mcdonalds

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

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

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow