This is a song about "Dinner"

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

My mama smoked so god damn much

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

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

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

But i do quite well with all the bait

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

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

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

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner