This is a song about "Wrapping meat"

I sell and eat human meat

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Be proactive pick up a box start wrapping

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

You suck on your daddys meat meat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now you speaking my language

Rather beatin on the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Have no souls indeed

You're a piece of meat,

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga