This is a song about "Meal"

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

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Leave your inhibitions here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

Call this shit the meal kill

That's aids to the ill

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

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

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

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

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Save up for some mcdonald's value meal