This is a song about "Making a sandwhich"

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

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Got a new belt after making a mess in the ring

Making human so perverse as if it's a spell or a curse

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And if you got money man the head is amazing

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

Making fun of a queer

But my brother got a year

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Me makes you a stranger. turn your back making you a hater.

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

I'm not playing, i might as well be making a bomb