This is a song about "German tunnels"

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

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

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Unless i worked in tunnels and doing work with shovels