This is a song about "Raw meat"

And i roast ya bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Used to call me the african don dada

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Its raw feelings and emotions

Is written in our souls, africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat

And that's why they called you bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

You'll never meet (meat) me

Walk that body, talk that body

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

I just bought this chainsaw, how bout i slice you up and turn your body into raw meat,