This is a song about "Meat"

But they're just about as appetizing as horse meat,

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

My rhymes leave your face like some hamburger meat,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I said i got my ass beat

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

You'll never meet (meat) me

They gotta point em out baby

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I sell and eat human meat