This is a song about "Meal"

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

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

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Full course meal ingesting the pain

I figured out that it don't matter for real

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

And my last name is cook but im the one eating the meal

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

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

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

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

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

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

I went out , got some meal

But ain't gonna be no stress in here