This is a song about "Meal"

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

I figured out that it don't matter for real

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

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

I just ate some rappers, what a wonderful meal

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Can’t you see just how long my run

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel