This is a song about "Quater pounder"

She be going crazy round the pole like it's a fuck fest

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Your less shocking than a socket,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Which comes towards me like thor's hammer

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

'pound it into yo head, you won't last!

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Just picture bruce banner cocking back the hammer,

With clientele, any rhyme sales

Spittin' hard than hammer and nails,