This is a song about "Road meat"

Yeah you can call me new meat

Yea i'm missin some sleep

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

New canvas she need a new stroke

Who life was for music and the road

You'll never meet (meat) me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

So its time for us to hit road

I feel my hand dripping blood from my meat

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Use to get the bone scraps now i get the good meat