This is a song about "Dinner"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I wonder, if there is any dinner

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

And there's little to be glad for

Cannibals are waiting for their dinner

Even if you not a stripper

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner