This is a song about "Amit eats sausage"

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

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

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

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

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

He eats rows of em with mustard

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high