This is a song about "Bad school lunch"

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Tuckin' heat in dungarees and overalls, the free lunch,

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

When my competition ain't much

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase/

My mama smoked so god damn much

And i never ever skipped lunch,

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath