This is a song about "Meat"

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Carnivore, i eat meat and beats it's menstruation

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Indubitably i'm too street

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

I’m way harder than the concrete

You suck on your daddys meat meat