This is a song about "French baby organ meat"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Nas told me life's a bitch

These french pancakes give me the crepes

And today we're still in chains

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Crush organ donors and put "warning" across my picture

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

D.c. all up in this bitch

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

So keep fronting till my peeps come

But with a pierced organ

You suck on your daddys meat meat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street