This is a song about "Dinner"

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

But im takin you out for dinner,

That damier bag i bought her

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

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

And there's little to be glad for

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

Cannibals are waiting for their dinner

Myself as a prominent figure

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,