This is a song about "Meal"

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

I just ate some rappers, what a wonderful meal

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

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

I figured out that it don't matter for real

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

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Like a pig cooked from live into a meal for five,

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Now cook me a meal, gordon

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

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