This is a song about "Quater pounder"

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Little nighas talk they shit but never held up a barrel

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

Stroke my peen, splashing shit, over bitches assets with,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

We about to set this bitch on fire

About disaster in the world and

But the barrel doesn't capture the moment