This is a song about "Raw meat"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I sell and eat human meat

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

They claim it as their own, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Its raw feelings and emotions

So i guess that's where i hide my things

To liberate yourselves, africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

You're a piece of meat,

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

D.c. all up in this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich