This is a song about "German immigrants"

Immigrants to have impotence

So i guess that's where i hide my things

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

German procrasinator, better invest in a nest to survive to be the best,

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one