This is a song about "Dinner"

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

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

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

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

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Winner winner chicken dinner

She say i make her shiver

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

Play this shit while you contemplate

But c-can't look up in that mirror

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her