This is a song about "Meal"

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

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

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

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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