This is a song about "Box lunch"

We can't catch the beat

Three lunch boxes a week,

How beautiful are thou, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

I can taste the salt from my tears

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

Trying to give them light and a message

Knocked out in the lunch in

She all on my skin

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

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Man but this ain't no sign language

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops