This is a song about "Meal"

I just ate some rappers, what a wonderful meal

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

"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

For real, a nigga ill

Call this shit the meal kill

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Flyer then the rest of them

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

Musical ideal, so keep this up and i'll eat you like a meal/

Full course meal ingesting the pain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

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

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