This is a song about "The sausage"

As the tao converted the thief

And all my childhood memories

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

The game plan, the game plan

Gotta work - slight work

The dope the rhyme wizard

Duck duck, say goose

Saw the bombs on the news

Thinkin of the the dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls