This is a song about "Meal"

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

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

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

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

And my last name is cook but im the one eating the meal

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Like a pig cooked from live into a meal for five,

"you are my slave now, cook me up a fucking meal." (hahaha) *evil laugh*

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

I dare a nigga try to make a meal outta whats mines

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Now cook me a meal, gordon