This is a song about "Small meat"

You'll never meet (meat) me

Cause time is money

Her tits are fucking small

Know you want me to fall

Yeah you can call me new meat

If he does my soul to keep

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

This a roaster, bitch

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

You're a piece of meat,

Last of a dying breed

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich