This is a song about "Beat my meat"

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Don't believe me, just watch

My homie just beat the charge

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

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

Then go to ur whore..bring her down on all fours..my beefy boner is hungry for meat/