This is a song about "Meat"

You'll never meet (meat) me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Eat a dick nigga, bitch

People are evil, the weak are feeble, lack meat...

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Though we were some muslims, had to have our bread and meat

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