This is a song about "Dinner"

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

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

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

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

I wonder, if there is any dinner

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

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

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Winner winner chicken dinner

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her