This is a song about "Meal"

Even though i never said i was real i steal for a dollar meal

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

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

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

And let me grab that, we'll make my lasting meal

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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