This is a song about "Bad school lunch"

Our children must be taught, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Three lunch boxes a week,

Mmg and that's my clique

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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