This is a song about "Salami"

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Roast beef medium rare

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Forever you my bottom bitch

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce