This is a song about "Friday dinner whole grain taco wrap with sauteed reindeer and cashew nuts"

And that you fly with the flock and that you stick to the grain

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Tell her i'll be there friday with her pimp, about to fuck her,

And i need you to show me love

To get crushed like nuts and go bananas

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

And this is how i'll "wrap it"

The master of this rap shit

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

And my nuts stay hanging

Why not me the same thing