This is a song about "The sausage"

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

And all my childhood memories

As the tao converted the thief

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

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

The game plan, the game plan

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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