This is a song about "Beatin my meat"

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

You wonda why they call u bitch

Hey it was fun rappin but beatin me wont happen

We calling his bluff, so get your nose on this handgun

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Her world with my limp beatin cock,wrapped in a sock,

I feel my hand dripping blood from my meat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

On they twitter writing novels, see

On my meat as we eat beef jerky

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

My rhymes leave your face like some hamburger meat,

Rather beatin on the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich