This is a song about "Meal"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

You guys are still here

I went out , got some meal

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

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

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

And my last name is cook but im the one eating the meal

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve