This is a song about "Amit eats sausage"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

He's known as amit, i call him mr. do or die

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Could have left him dead in the streets, fuck that i finna get some eats

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

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/