This is a song about "French baby organ meat"

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i roast ya bitch

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Yeah you can call me new meat

Sold an organ, but kept my heart and soul,

18 year sentence with no parole

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

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Sometimes i think, what i need

You're a piece of meat,

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat