This is a song about "Beat my meat"

My fist will meet your face, beatin meat in her face, dont fuck wit people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

While on this beat my hearts not missing a beat its cohesive

And beat the fascists, my lineage fantastic,

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

And i help ‘em in the deli when i show ‘em my meat

Killa you already know harlem

That beat fire make my brain numb

I could beat you with my wrists bound

I drive that all around

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

When i'm sitting here grinding my teeth producing a beat