This is a song about "Dinner"

Winner winner chicken dinner

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

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

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are