This is a song about "Meal"

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

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

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

I just ate some rappers, what a wonderful meal

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Cheat and steal, keep it real, eat a meal, life's will,

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

That's aids to the ill

Call this shit the meal kill

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

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

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel