This is a song about "Sausages"

I treat you like september and i'll make your ass fall bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwhich

Look at the beat, your dead as meat

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,