This is a song about "Dinner"

I wonder, if there is any dinner

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Then eat em up for #early #dinner

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

All dem niggas gonna hate

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate