This is a song about "Undercooked meat"

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

And i'm givin you gashes where it's nothin but the white meat/

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

About to get hit with my meat cleaver

Now you speaking my language

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

I'm not a but i'm the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich