This is a song about "The sausage"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

My drive is like no one

The bigger the the fun

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Where the fuck the chorus

Let's have a toast for this new love

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair