This is a song about "Ima dinner"

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Myself as a prominent figure

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

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

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror