This is a song about "Meal"

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

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

A born starter, in the game for real

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

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

Bumping me against the world, hello world, kendrick here

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Stuck dealin to get a meal an a bomb to burst, now tucked in by a fuckin lie

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

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

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

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

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

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here