This is a song about "Forgetting to eat dinner"

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

Now you got a masters

Forgetting the factors

And im ready to eat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

She say she love me more than anything

I take her to dinner then we fuck in that king

Come wit me you'll smoke around

About to eat up ya whole town

Dont have the strength to eat

I keep my money neat