This is a song about "Beatin meat"

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

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rack rack city bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

D.c. all up in this bitch

And i have the tendency to beatin the pussy very violently

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

In the #belly of the #beast, #teeth #biting through the #meat

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep