This is a song about "Turtle meat"

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Not a steer but i can handle my meat

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

I’m way harder than the concrete

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rather beatin on the bitch

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

Got my fucking dick harder than the shell that's on a turtle

You're a piece of meat,

More money that mean less sleep

Im a human meat eater

Ay yo you wonder who i are

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat

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

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep