This is a song about "Denmark sausage"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

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

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

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita