This is a song about "Bad school lunch"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

And mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

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

Knocked out in the lunch in

They say your name for attention

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

And i'm a just take another guess

Beautiful are thou, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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