This is a song about "Meal"

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

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

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

And need to put that shit on bake and pull out a meal

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Now cook me a meal, gordon

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

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

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

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