This is a song about "Meal"

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal

I went out , got some meal

I don't gotta be here