This is a song about "Working at fast food"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Blastin off at the mouth rappin fast

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Just look at the food you digest an i'm sure you'll soon disgust

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Bitch coming at you fast with a blast

Bun b, i’m underground king

Aye, is this mic working?

But i think your just hungry for a bit of food, you got a better chance at winning this battle

Niggas battle me but they end up releasin there throttle and chokin on a rattle,

Just hustling you understand

(starts at 30 seconds... starts kinda fast)

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

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

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