This is a song about "The cows"

I bring the heat like the

A criminal grind nigga

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

See, i'm second to no one

The bigger the the fun

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Here's the answer and the antidote:

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

To slaughter cows like a barbarian just for a taste again.

Down the street to the car,

I guzzle up at the bar