This is a song about "Quater pounder"

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

And nasty remains and bones

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I can confess that i used a hammer and sickle for defense

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

But swine ill stab you with a fork, uncork,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

If your man can't keep up wit you

And pissing red, white, and blue