This is a song about "Meat cleaver"

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

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

D.c. all up in this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I goes in, this is such a cinch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Yeah you can call me new meat

#invisible knifes travel into ya spine, carvin your face into meat

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

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street