This is a song about "Making a sandwhich"

Stop making faces like a plastic surgeon

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Making a difference,

I can taste the salt from my tears

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Strictly menace wear, making off a guinness beer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

It's hard making a living when nobody thinks you matter

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating