This is a song about "Dinner"

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Trying to give them light and a message

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

The proverbial lemonade that i made

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

I wonder, if there is any dinner

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her