This is a song about "Meal"

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

I figured out that it don't matter for real

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

I wonder so often

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

Like a male version of lauryn hill

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

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Back to times square...i got dimes here

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

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real