This is a song about "Meal"

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

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

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

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

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

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

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

Yall still a few fries short of a happy 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

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

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required 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*