This is a song about "Meal"

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

A born starter, in the game for real

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Your just another meal, another one i like to chew,

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

And need to put that shit on bake and pull out a meal

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Appeal and im not looking for a man but i get the meal

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

For real, a nigga ill

Call this shit the meal kill

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

Even though i never said i was real i steal for a dollar meal

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear