This is a song about "Pathogens in meat"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Im spreadin' legs while givin' these hoes pathogens

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

This a roaster, bitch

You suck on your daddys meat meat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My fist will meet your face, beatin meat in her face, dont fuck wit people

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

I'm raw off the meat rack, have a cow in a beef, i'm going ham,