This is a song about "Meal"

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Full course meal ingesting the pain

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

Call this shit the meal kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Save up for some mcdonald's value meal

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Metro zoo in here, with my crew in here

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

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

Appeal and im not looking for a man but i get the meal

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