This is a song about "Meal"

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

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

The reason why they had to give me a deal

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

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

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

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