This is a song about "Box lunch"

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

My mama smoked so god damn much

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

I let you know you dealing with dogs

So i can rip out your voice box,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,