This is a song about "Beat the meat like a butcher"

I'm a carnivore eating meat, moms a herbivore cause she got beat

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

Let the beat spin like mad

Now you got me hopped up on that

I ain’t never been a dreamer

Im a human meat eater

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Beat her with a medical book, page opens like the setting of a stage,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Like a butcher i like to cut it up,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker