This is a song about "Undercooked meat"

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

My rhymes leave your face like some hamburger meat,

You'll never meet (meat) me

Fuck fame, fuck money

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You're a piece of meat,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

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

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat