This is a song about "Meal"

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

They can't remember to forget who's fuckin up their meal,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

"you are my slave now, cook me up a fucking meal." (hahaha) *evil laugh*

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

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

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

And let me grab that, we'll make my lasting meal

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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