This is a song about "Beatin meat"

When you fly as a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

#invisible knifes travel into ya spine, carvin your face into meat

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat

Meat for everyone to eat,

Cause they right down the street

Listen witness beatin flinchin faggots up into submission

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

You're a piece of meat,

Cause talk is cheap