This is a song about "Salami neck"

Got me rushed to the station

Down my neck, stunned, so grim,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I can call that bitch to make me a cheese and salami

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

And you're lucky that our boys dragged me off your neck

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Neck kind of freezy boy believe me

While everybody got ammunition on deck

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Intestines wrapped around your neck like a noose