This is a song about "Dine"

Into fickle forces, we dine with hell and headless corpses.

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

So come dine with me, maybe i will give you some fruit punch

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

I'll laugh it off and pass it off as i walk by with a dime and wine to dine and wine like i won

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

So have i, so get set to dine 'fore someone has an anxiety attack tonight

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

We'd dine out, those were the best of the times yo

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

I wine and dine with sparkling mine, disconnect your spine,

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

I will dine on you swine so here is were you should draw the line bitch you cross pay the fine

My neighbors turn to my cousins

Fine dine and sin, grab ya vitamins