This is a song about "Ham and chess sandwich"

I just play my part make moves like chess

And i'm a just take another guess

Gotta go ham, and i keep it popping

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i roast ya bitch

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

To go ham just like swine i refine and define the rap prime

Imagining this whole relationship as a game of chess,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Walk blind into a line or fight

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Still putting you and all the other rappers in a sandwich/

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Forever you my bottom bitch