This is a song about "The sausage"

Endless the days, forever the nights,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

The game plan, the game plan

Hoppin' out a van

I let you know you dealing with dogs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

And could i be a star

Down the street to the car,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the