This is a song about "Dinner"

But im takin you out for dinner,

And the last one, he's in the mirror

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Round two, you're asking me to eat you for dinner

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

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