This is a song about "Make me a sandwhich"

I make it rain on niggas call me a weatherman

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

You gon’ mess around and make me catch a body like that

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Then crack a beat that that'll make me shine

Now excuse me, i'm trying to make a hit/

Double m-g not to mention we got that

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Tryna make me vanish like they was a magician

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You can call me a faggot and make jokes bout my crotch,

Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch