This is a song about "Meat spin"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Yeah you can call me new meat

You're a piece of meat,

For the low that nine cheap

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Trip, and then you never snitch

I sell and eat human meat

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Riding around without a fuck given

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

They gotta point em out baby

You'll never meet (meat) me

Tripping on the same shit that made physics spin

And i love your mind and ambition