This is a song about "German reformation"

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,

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

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