This is a song about "Yo meat"

People are evil, the weak are feeble, lack meat...

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I move the club like a poker dealer

About to get hit with my meat cleaver

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

Walk that body, talk that body

You'll never meet (meat) me

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now i’m up in this bitch

Im a human meat eater

You know...you know who you are

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried