This is a song about "Meat one"

Not a steer but i can handle my meat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

I created this image

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I goes in, this is such a cinch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Yeah you can call me new meat

Sometimes i think, what i need

I sell and eat human meat

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Man but this ain't no sign language

Use to get the bone scraps now i get the good meat

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete