This is a song about "Booty meat"

Bitches shake their booty

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

You wonda why they call u bitch

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Or something that you paid for

Im a human meat eater

Man but this ain't no sign language

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

You'll never meet (meat) me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Seein' dreams in they sleep

I sell and eat human meat