This is a song about "Dinner"

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

Winner winner chicken dinner

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

And the last one, he's in the mirror

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I wonder, if there is any dinner

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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".

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

But im takin you out for dinner,

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