This is a song about "Homemade meal"

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

They giggle as he finishes off his delicate meal made of eight.

Call this shit the meal kill

Uhh, and i'm ill

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

They can't remember to forget who's fuckin up their meal,

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

And need to put that shit on bake and pull out a meal

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

And let me grab that, we'll make my lasting meal