This is a song about "I beat my meat"

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

I just bought this chainsaw, how bout i slice you up and turn your body into raw meat,

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

My bars are brutal,this beat is crucial,i can finally see with my pupils

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed