This is a song about "Meal"

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I'm gon remember her, but still

Call this shit the meal kill

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

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

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun