you talkin' to me?

i was walking home yesterday from work. yep, all 8 minutes of it. or 6 blocks worth. and i walked by the local corner store that also sells porn (yet i live in a family-friendly neighborhood. what's up with that?). outside some guy had parked his ruby red old-school chrysler with white leather/duct tape interior right in the cross-walk, so i had to trudge around the lovely diamond in the rough to get through the intersection. as i was doing that, the car's owner, a young guy, more like a kid really, came out of the corner store with his shorts hanging all low and a big polo shirt and marshmallow man-sized sneakers and said "hay hunee. lookin fiiine, girl. i know somein that would go good wit dat." what does that mean? and in my own hood, am i just regarded as a piece of meat? was it because of my toe cleavage? damn cleavage.