This is a song about "Dinner"

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I was just a beginner, ain't have shit for dinner

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

I wonder, if there is any dinner

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

Taking my time, let me levitate

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

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

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