This is a song about "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

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

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

Call the network dipset family ties

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

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

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

I dare a nigga try to make a meal outta whats mines

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

And my last name is cook but im the one eating the meal

Vijay singh and all of them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Your just another meal, another one i like to chew,

Let me drug you up and put different things in you