This is a song about "Amit eats sausage"

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

Thinking its a sausage, he's ready to roast it/

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

A freak, he's a beast unleashed, an emcee who just eats beats,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

He eats rows of em with mustard

Lead to his demise eats up all mc's he deep fries

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Amit says he wants to do it, well i guess we gotta do it

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie