This is a song about "Meat pole"

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

I don't know defeat

Yeah you can call me new meat

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

Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now i’m up in this bitch

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

Flows, imported from north pole

Open up your contacts then scroll

She going crazy round that pole like it a fuck fest

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

In the #belly of the #beast, #teeth #biting through the #meat