This is a song about "Amit eats sausage"

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

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

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

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

You thought his orten, but his a rhino he eats guys like you,

It's a fools fatewithout your word

He eats rows of em with mustard

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

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

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

Swear to god that i can solve them without involving revolving michael or amit

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

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats