This is a song about "Steak subs"

Cared none for what others thought was at steak/

If i should die before i wake

I imagine myself driving a steak through your heart alive

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

With a sack of your ash an a steak knife i used to hack off your ass.

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Man while you hungry i am eating steak with tabasco sauce

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,