This is a song about "Dinner"

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

The proverbial lemonade that i made

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

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

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

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer