This is a song about "Making sandwiches"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

Don't want to be the king

While im in the making

No one’s making a fuss

Wood chain with a jesus

And verbally swears the count in making

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

About what they're not making

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Making my brain hard to rhyme

And this will be the song that we sing

Just wait this is history in the making.