This is a song about "Weiner schnitzel"

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

So while you worry about the hoes

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Something wicked this way come

When i eat that chicken,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Slice you in half, i tear your vocals apart

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

One slice of me is paradise, life affirming,

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Flow of a librarian, its science, salarian, slice it up caesarean,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream