This is a song about "Dinner"

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Winner winner chicken dinner

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Low income no bills getting paid

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate