This is a song about "Meat spin"

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

And they spin on my dick cinnamon swirls

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Man but this ain't no sign language

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

You suck on your daddys meat meat

More money that mean less sleep

I sell and eat human meat

Disoriented, like an asian when you spin em.

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Ambition, pardon my ambition

Tripping on the same shit that made physics spin

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried