This is a song about "Dinner"

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Cannibals are waiting for their dinner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

I wonder, if there is any dinner

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

My mama smoked so god damn much

Winner winner chicken dinner

Girl, what you grabbing cash for