This is a song about "Sausage rolls"

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

The streets with my voice, the horse is a rolls royce,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

Loud shit, weird noise

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live