This is a song about "Meal"

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

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

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

Call this shit the meal kill

That's aids to the ill

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

They giggle as he finishes off his delicate meal made of eight.

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

If you wanted a date, don't come