This is a song about "Dinner"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

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

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Winner winner chicken dinner

Poke out from behind her

An still blaming me but we sit at the same table for dinner

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter