This is a song about "Meal"

Cheat and steal to eat a meal, make the hardest meet the makers,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

Stuck dealin to get a meal an a bomb to burst, now tucked in by a fuckin lie

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

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

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here

Took me mighty long to get here

I went out , got some meal

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

I just ate some rappers, what a wonderful meal

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*