This is a song about "Dinner"

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

I can tell you that this tape

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

Winner winner chicken dinner

I said i'm hurting her

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,