This is a song about "Working at fast food"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Bitch coming at you fast with a blast

I'm working hard at this, i was never the one to quit

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Aye, is this mic working?

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Blastin off at the mouth rappin fast