This is a song about "Meal"

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

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

Metro zoo in here, with my crew in here

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

Your just another meal, another one i like to chew,