This is a song about "Meal"

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

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

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

Save up for some mcdonald's value meal

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Hoes row got beans in them

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

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

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here