This is a song about "Ima dinner"

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Round two, you're asking me to eat you for dinner

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Man but this ain't no sign language

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

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

She whimpas as i reside my fingeras for a taste "mmm dinner".

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet