This is a song about "Dinner"

Cannibals are waiting for their dinner

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I wonder, if there is any dinner

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I feel they praisin too much

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Or put in prison like i was a cannibal eating peeps lips for dinner

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

But im takin you out for dinner,

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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