This is a song about "Ordering mcdonalds"

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,

Proposing naked in the opening of mcdonalds

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

Voices in my head ordering me to shed red

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

And now it's clear as this promise

Take out the mcdonalds,

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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