Verse 1
Special store, real good store
Only thing I see when I walk through the door
Is people standing in long lines
Giving their orders but don't want to pay a dime
Looking back with these fries in my hand
Want to sit, but have to stand
Still waiting on the rest of my food
Got this white guy calling me a "dude"

Chorus
Its just a M.D. thing,
M.D. thing, a M.D. thing

Verse 2
And then I go to my table
I shook it to make sure it was stable
I told him to give me a combo
With everything on it and a large Coke
I just wanna eat my fries
Going outside, looking at my ride
Got his guy, standing by my side
Asking me "Are you gone eat that apple pie"
Sweeter that cornbread
Old man you wanna die
Well you know I eat mine
Sittin round eating every abstract part
This abstract food making abstract farts

Chorus 4x

Verse 3
Getting back to my M.D. status
Not going to Burger King and make Hardee's the maddest
The next day I go in the drive through
A tall white chick calls me a "dude"
Told her to give me a Big Mac with a Mountain Dew
But better yet supper size it and give me two
Talking my head off while I'm sitting here
Saying she gone hook me up so I say hell yea
Plus we held a convo
Want to go to the movies, my crib, whatever yo
Just wanna see you by my side
Giving me free food when I pull up in my ride
A hungry guy for real
You would find me at a buffet if I didn't cop a deal
Full plate so I eat great
You buy, I eat, we spilt big cake