Lemme give you the 411, his name’s Yeezburger, Yeezy for short. Rappin’, braggin’, taggin’ Yeezy represent. Nike, Louis Vuitton, the best of the best. When he’s not chillin’ with his homeburgers, he be mirin’ himself in the mirror. He says he tastes so good, eatin’ himself he would consider. Yeezy’s always rockin’ the freshest greens, between those buns there’s lettuce and tomato, let’s not forget the cheese. But don’t let that fool ya, there’s no salad wraps here, just a heart of juicy ground sirloin, don’t believe me? Go ask his girl Kim. She is his cutie - the bomb, he met her in the beauty salon. And look at his kicks, self-designed purple-lime Nike Air Yeezy's flyknit, no other burger got swag like this. I mean gawk at his chain, pure gold, no doubt. And that's Yeezburger mah peeps, over and out.
Illustration: Lisa Davidson