This is a song about "Dead meat"

I feel my hand dripping blood from my meat

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

African queen got what you need

Not a steer but i can handle my meat

Indubitably i'm too street

Meat for everyone to eat,

I'd done stacked many

You'll never meet (meat) me

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm not a but i'm the bitch

About to get hit with my meat cleaver

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer