This is a song about "Meat"

Rather beatin on the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I keep my money neat

You're a piece of meat,

Meat for everyone to eat,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And i'm givin you gashes where it's nothin but the white meat/

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

#invisible knifes travel into ya spine, carvin your face into meat

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

You suck on your daddys meat meat