This is a song about "Meal"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

Full course meal ingesting the pain

You just tryin' to run game

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

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

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

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

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

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

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

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights