This is a song about "Meal"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Cheat and steal to eat a meal, make the hardest meet the makers,

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

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

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Uhh, and i'm ill

Call this shit the meal kill

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights