This is a song about "Meal"

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here

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

Back to times square...i got dimes here

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

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

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Full course meal ingesting the pain

I'll never call you bitch again

I just ate some rappers, what a wonderful meal

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

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass