This is a song about "Soybean meal"

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

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

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

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Took me mighty long to get here

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Yall still a few fries short of a happy meal

But reality shows ain't real

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

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

I dare a nigga try to make a meal outta whats mines

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights