This is a song about "Dinner"

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

I was just a beginner, ain't have shit for dinner

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her