This is a song about "Cheese ham sandwiches"

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Know i go ham lika brick house/

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

See it's hard to make it out when you're on government cheese,

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

Or spam try to get the cheese, while ham we holding weight

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

A written to woo women or about to go ham

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Now i'm hungry: somebody get a ham sandwich,

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch