This is a song about "Meat"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

It's obvious i'm crazy

You'll never meet (meat) me

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

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

My rhymes leave your face like some hamburger meat,

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i roast ya bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rather beatin on the bitch