This is a song about "Meat pole"

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

Yeah you can call me new meat

This is the concrete

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i roast ya bitch

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

She be going crazy round the pole like it's a fuck fest

You'll never meet (meat) me

I be gettin' money

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

She going crazy round that pole like it a fuck fest

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent