This is a song about "Meal"

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Musical ideal, so keep this up and i'll eat you like a meal/

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

"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

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

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

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

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one