This is a song about "Beat meat"

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

But they're just about as appetizing as horse meat,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Im not competitive but all these rappers beat me like im meat

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Not a steer but i can handle my meat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

So this is where you get beat, and your begging for meat, thirstier then a dumb bitch in heat.

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

And i'm givin you gashes where it's nothin but the white meat/

Rack rack city bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Man but this ain't no sign language