This is a song about "Meal"

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

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

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

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

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

I just ate some rappers, what a wonderful meal