This is a song about "Meal"

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Cold, my style making my nose run

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

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

But reality shows ain't real

I went out , got some meal

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

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

And let me grab that, we'll make my lasting meal

Metro zoo in here, with my crew in here