This is a song about "Smoked meat"

I ain't never smoked smoked a philly blunt or even weed

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I've never smoked in my life

Code red, which means you go red

But he you ain't smoked yet

Signs of you getting smoked

And then we'll be ghost

I can always go home and look down my street

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

You'll never meet (meat) me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

When you fly as a bitch

"you only smoked one?" bitch i smoked six

Nowadays usually it's his pockets