This is a song about "Dinner"

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

When my competition ain't much

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

I keep what i catch so i'll have you for dinner

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Then eat em up for #early #dinner