This is a song about "Dinner"

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

Cannibals are waiting for their dinner

I'm gettin discouraged with her

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Cutting me this worthless check

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

And the last one, he's in the mirror

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

Winner winner chicken dinner

And then along came the wrong man for her