This is a song about "Meal"

Cheat and steal, keep it real, eat a meal, life's will,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I got to make sure that i can play here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here