This is a song about "Dinner"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

I wonder, if there is any dinner

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

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

And there's little to be glad for

Then eat em up for #early #dinner

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror