This is a song about "I beat my meat"

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Use to get the bone scraps now i get the good meat

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

My rhymes leave your face like some hamburger meat,

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

And i help ‘em in the deli when i show ‘em my meat

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Then go to ur whore..bring her down on all fours..my beefy boner is hungry for meat/

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

I abraham lincolned the beat

If he does my soul to keep

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Not a steer but i can handle my meat