This is a song about "Dinner"

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

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

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

And then along came the wrong man for her

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

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

We just looking in the mirror

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,