This is a song about "Quater pounder"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

This palette will damage a faggot, it's tragic, i blackened the canvas

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

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

And she gives them a blow

Then i'll release a torpedo

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Ill wait! i'll jam... a fork in your ass like a slab of pork. out comes jam

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

Walk past me and i'll give him some hardcore fucking punch

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Shit... dropped the fork on the floor,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Your punch lines are pitiful

Got to the end of the tunnel