This is a song about "Meal"

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

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

Call this shit the meal kill

Lady at the frank stand will

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I just ate some rappers, what a wonderful meal

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

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

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

And still a nigga made it here

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

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life