This is a song about "Dinner"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

I wonder, if there is any dinner

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

I got something you've been waiting for

But im takin you out for dinner,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

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

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

And then along came the wrong man for her