This is a song about "Meal"

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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

Musical ideal, so keep this up and i'll eat you like a meal/

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Call this shit the meal kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Trying to renovate the game

Full course meal ingesting the pain

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

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

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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