This is a song about "Dinner"

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

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

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

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

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

Got me feeling light headed yea nigga philip rivers

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

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