This is a song about "Making a sandwhich"

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

A verbal knuckle sandwhich, how bout a double decker

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

All while i'm making a name

Then lost her faith again

Making a difference,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Making a rap, don't care what ya'll say

When love comes callin', don’t look away

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

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