This is a song about "Dinner"

She don’t give her nigga head

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Winner winner chicken dinner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

An still blaming me but we sit at the same table for dinner

Then eat em up for #early #dinner

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Regardless to all them, i appease her

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,