This is a song about "Meal"

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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

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

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

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

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

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Your just another meal, another one i like to chew,

They can't remember to forget who's fuckin up their meal,

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

Call this shit the meal kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Full course meal ingesting the pain

I'll never call you bitch again

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die