This is a song about "Dinner"

And i ain't frontin for her

Winner winner chicken dinner

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

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

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Man but this ain't no sign language

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

And you know i paint that picture