This is a song about "I beat my meat"

I will just beat your ass and take my damn throne

The kings get killed very least overthrown

I flow cold but my aura brings flames when i spit on this beat i rip spines

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

No beat, but i get my rhyme on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Everytime you come around

I could beat you with my wrists bound

I sell and eat human meat

We can't catch the beat

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat

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