This is a song about "Dinner"

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

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

She whimpas as i reside my fingeras for a taste "mmm dinner".

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her