This is a song about "Meal"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

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

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

Appeal and im not looking for a man but i get the meal

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

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

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

Car seats got screens in them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Save up for some mcdonald's value meal

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here