This is a song about "I don t beat the meat"

I already told you that i'm go off the meat rack and i'm bucking,

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

She's so proud/ now that i don't don the shroud/ as a crown

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

New message from mom

Since i was killed by the don,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

When i spit on the beat,

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

That boy dil flip more meat than the mcdonalds i was workin at