This is a song about "Meat loaf"

You'll never meet (meat) me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im a human meat eater

Poke out from behind her

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Trip, and then you never snitch

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

You suck on your daddys meat meat

Not a steer but i can handle my meat

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry