This is a song about "Dinner"

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

I work hard for everything i get

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I wonder, if there is any dinner

You know...you know who you are

Now you speaking my language

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

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

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

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