This is a song about "Meal"

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

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

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

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

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

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Musical ideal, so keep this up and i'll eat you like a meal/

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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