This is a song about "Kraft dinner"

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

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

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I wonder, if there is any dinner

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

Let em marinate, you forever late