This is a song about "Making a sandwhich"

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Got a new belt after making a mess in the ring

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

A verbal knuckle sandwhich, how bout a double decker

A ghetto in the making.

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing