This is a song about "Dinner"

I feel they praisin too much

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

But im takin you out for dinner,

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

She whimpas as i reside my fingeras for a taste "mmm dinner".

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner