This is a song about "Meal"

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

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

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

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

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

Tryin' do right by you got me here

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

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

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines