This is a song about "Meal"

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

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

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Cheat and steal, keep it real, eat a meal, life's will,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Call this shit the meal kill

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

But reality shows ain't real

I went out , got some meal

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

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

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel