This is a song about "Meal"

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

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

And need to put that shit on bake and pull out a meal

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

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*

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

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

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

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

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

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here