This is a song about "Meal"

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

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Stuck dealin to get a meal an a bomb to burst, now tucked in by a fuckin lie

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

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

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

And let me grab that, we'll make my lasting meal

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

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel