This is a song about "Meal"

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

She told me erything is real

Save up for some mcdonald's value meal

Lady at the frank stand will

Call this shit the meal kill

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Quietly becoming a top tier

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Now cook me a meal, gordon

All the girls really want is fun

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal