This is a song about "Raw meat"

Its raw feelings and emotions

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

The science and the art, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

You suck on your daddys meat meat

Sometimes i think, what i need

Im a human meat eater

And there's little to be glad for

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Ill stick his balls to his jaw, so he can eat meat that's raw, and get sick

Now it's time to eat

I sell and eat human meat

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Throw d's on that bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich