This is a song about "Bad school lunch"

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

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Three lunch boxes a week,

Have no souls indeed

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

They vaguely decipher my language

And i never ever skipped lunch,

Now you speaking my language

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner