This is a song about "Meal"

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*

The reason why they had to give me a deal

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

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

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

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

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

I went out , got some meal

Bad bitches come in here

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

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

Call this shit the meal kill

That's aids to the ill