This is a song about "Dinner"

Or put in prison like i was a cannibal eating peeps lips for dinner

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

But c-can't look up in that mirror

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

You go "pon' de river": leave you in ponds and rivers

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Winner winner chicken dinner

I pipe in and one night her

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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