This is a song about "Meal"

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

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

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

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

We will never die, we are forever alive

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

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

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Miami nights, ain't another one

I just ate some rappers, what a wonderful meal

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