This is a song about "Meat cleaver"

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

Yeah you can call me new meat

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

I feel my hand dripping blood from my meat

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Nas told me life's a bitch

You're a piece of meat,

Cause they right down the street

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch