This is a song about "Dinner"

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

African queen got what you need

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

I wonder, if there is any dinner

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch