This is a song about "Pathogens in meat"

You'll never meet (meat) me

While i'm making history

Yeah you can call me new meat

Indubitably i'm too street

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

In the #belly of the #beast, #teeth #biting through the #meat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

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

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