This is a song about "Meal"

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

Full course meal ingesting the pain

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

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

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

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

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

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights