This is a song about "Meal"

Call this shit the meal kill

Uhh, and i'm ill

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

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

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

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

I just ate some rappers, what a wonderful meal

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal