This is a song about "Bad school lunch"

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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Because this man was murdered, he wasn't out for lunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

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

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

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