This is a song about "Dinner"

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Round two, you're asking me to eat you for dinner

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

But im takin you out for dinner,

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

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror