This is a song about "Meal"

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

I went out , got some meal

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

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

Like a male version of lauryn hill

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Save up for some mcdonald's value meal

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

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

And let me grab that, we'll make my lasting meal

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here