Heath McNease - 40 Piece Meal Deal [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Check me out
When I was a little kid I fell down and bumped my head
My mom ran over and she was like "Did you just bump your head?"
I was like "Yeah"
She was like, "Oh, that must mean you're gonna flip it on 'em"
I said "I, I, I don't, I don't even know what that means, I'm gonna flip it on 'em. Mom, why are you talking like this? Yes, yeah mom, I'm gonna flip it on 'em"

[Verse 1]
Sampling the psycho string arrangement
Your girl want to be young, but seem so ancient
Bury the reigns, they heard of my name
Keep the money under guard like Marion Crane
Hard verse, with a bizarre purpose
When we do it homey want to call me Bernard Hermann
The ring-a-ling-ling keeping her heart burning
But the no call back wasn't your fault bourbon
Ingrid to Bergman, Ethel to Merman
Lucille Ball homey man enough of the sermons
I know what you're thinking before your breath is emerging
It's a missionary rhetoric in every person
Post-dated check never that certain
If it bounce I'mma come back [?] curtains
Muy thai knees [?] lurch and
He down for the count, both testicles hurting
My homie probably want a medical surgeon
Try to act hard, now it's delicate lurking
Definitely never want to tell him insurgent
But he just got stomped like American curbing
And y'all probably an irrelevant organ
Now an elephant is in the room and tell of endorphines
Is it gonna pump pump better than normal
Or we gonna be talking about a heavenly portal?

[Hook]
Yo chickens had enough yet?
(Gimme some more)
Lyrical miracle-like
(Gimme some more)
Yo spliff, where the words at?
(Gimme some more)
I know a chicken heard that
(Gimme some more)
You know I keep it real real
(Gimme some more)
40-piece meal deal
(Gimme some more)
They love my little V-neck
(Gimme some more)
Now baby, give me the check
(Gimme some more)

[Verse 2]
Bars open to fiction
Don't even know what they missing, don't know what the diction
So come on with the hard bars over the friction
When they ever get it right man, chalk it up to kismet
Calling it kismet and all of it is just
Comparing y'all's stick to a cosmic distance
The will of an animal to the heart of an infant
And a pyramid [?] common edition
Solomon greed was a common addiction
And Muhammed Ali the way the karma I live with
Now I'm gonna lead and never suffer the children
Cuz the kingdom belong to a lovable pilgrim
Bus-a-bus made a couple of million
In a couple of minutes he'll make another of billion
Now peace to my mother lovers up in the building
When your boys in the green room thugging and chilling
And now my dreams in the car
What's under the hood is never gonna tell me what sign you are
Horse power V-6 hard
And my cell's in the back of the car

[Hook] x2