This is a song about "Meal"

"you are my slave now, cook me up a fucking meal." (hahaha) *evil laugh*

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Quietly becoming a top tier

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

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

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

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

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Your just another meal, another one i like to chew,

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