This is a song about "Working at fast food"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Now all im tryna do is get food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And all women who had light features, see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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