This is a song about "Dinner"

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

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

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

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

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

Winner winner chicken dinner

I thought i recognized her

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route