This is a song about "Deli"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'd be like a deli

And i help ‘em in the deli when i show ‘em my meat

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

Fresher than a item that you find inside a deli,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three