This is a song about "Making sandwiches"

I was born to do the damn thing

The mess you've been making.

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

And verbally swears the count in making

I better get my gown

Making sure you breaks down

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

Making my brain hard to rhyme

My reign lulu's son shine