This is a song about "Ima dinner"

Hey, the mind state of a winner

I wonder, if there is any dinner

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

The only time i flirt with her

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

At an extremly alarming rate

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

There's crack, there's crack

Ima lyrical maniac

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

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

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,