This is a song about "Bad school lunch"

Now you speaking my language

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

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

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Energized and still going

Knocked out in the lunch in

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,