This is a song about "I beat my meat"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Soon to be number three read my lyrics as i beat thee,

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

On my meat as we eat beef jerky

While i'm making history

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I could beat you with my wrists bound

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

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

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet