This is a song about "Bad school lunch"

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

My mama smoked so god damn much

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

I just play my part make moves like chess

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

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

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days