This is a song about "Extra juicy meat"

You're a piece of meat,

I keep my money neat

When you fly as a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

So retarded you forgot your extra fuckin' chromosome

Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Three dorra extra fo dorra extra if you wanna take that shit home

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone

Trip, and then you never snitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

But hey yo look, money from across the street