This is me sharing my emotions

Ever went over a friend's house to eat and the food just ain't no good? I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed, and the chicken tastes like wood So you try to play it off like you think you can, by sayin' that you're full And then your friend says, "Momma, he just being polite, he ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!" And so your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie, and you say that you already ate And your friend says, "Man, there's plenty of food!" so you pile some more on your plate And while the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin' of the moment that it's time to leave And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin' into something that looks like cheese