This is a song about "Meat"

You suck on your daddys meat meat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

And niggas flashing crazy

You'll never meet (meat) me

Throw d's on that bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

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

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

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

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

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat