This is a song about "Meal"

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

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

Cold world no blanket son

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Full course meal ingesting the pain

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

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Call this shit the meal kill