This is a song about "Quick food"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

So i'm writing that real quick:

Turn up that music

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Pose, click, pose, click

They say it inna quick

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Proved them all wrong right quick.

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

I'm writing this real quick

To impress a chick