This is a song about "Meat germs"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Meat for everyone to eat,

More money that mean less sleep

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

On the tissue like other nasal germs

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

I feel my hand dripping blood from my meat

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

But am i less holy

You'll never meet (meat) me

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried