This is a song about "Sausage wallet"

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Some jack you for your wallet with guns, like "where's it at faggot?"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

So get yo wallet out and pay the bill.

Just take...a...look into my wallet...got some change for your life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

I put that nigga in his casket

If i see your wallet, don’t make me fall it