This is a song about "French baby organ meat"

Trip, and then you never snitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Seein' dreams in they sleep

You're a piece of meat,

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

My heart exists as a miracle organ pumping death throughout my body,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

You'll never meet (meat) me

All i want is you baby

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Remove each individual organ they own

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Im sizzlin like french fries

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice