This is a song about "Meal"

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life

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

Blow trees like a hurricane

Full course meal ingesting the pain

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

What up girl, tell me how you been

And need to put that shit on bake and pull out a meal

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real