This is a song about "Meal"

Full course meal ingesting the pain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

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

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

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

Cheat and steal, keep it real, eat a meal, life's will,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Call this shit the meal kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

And still a nigga made it here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Save up for some mcdonald's value meal

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here