This is a song about "Pathogens in meat"

The revolution will proceed

I sell and eat human meat

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons

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

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Im spreadin' legs while givin' these hoes pathogens

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet