This is a song about "Meal"

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

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

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

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

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

Cheat and steal to eat a meal, make the hardest meet the makers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Save up for some mcdonald's value meal