This is a song about "Meat curtains"

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

It's curtains, i'm inadvertently hurting you

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Pause this shit, here i am open the red curtains

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I don't know defeat

You're a piece of meat,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch