This is a song about "Sausage roll"

Thinking its a sausage, he's ready to roast it/

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

And roll all my own blunts

He dont want the diamonds

But nah, he is quite different

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

You, you, you have to pay for that

Honor roll, fails, impossible,

I got rich from a little struggle

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

Let's put it on cruise control

Cameras take, credits roll

It's apart of her goal

I was on the pay roll