This is a song about "Meat"

And i'm givin you gashes where it's nothin but the white meat/

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

I feel my hand dripping blood from my meat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

#invisible knifes travel into ya spine, carvin your face into meat

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rack rack city bitch