This is a song about "Meal"

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

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

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

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

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

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

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Hoes row got beans in them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

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

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