This is a song about "Homemade meal"

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Like a pig cooked from live into a meal for five,

Call this shit the meal kill

Uhh, and i'm ill

And my last name is cook but im the one eating the meal

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

Appeal and im not looking for a man but i get the meal

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Stuck dealin to get a meal an a bomb to burst, now tucked in by a fuckin lie

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal

All my love to these queens in here