This is a song about "Box lunch"

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

More money that mean less sleep

Three lunch boxes a week,

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Fuckin' up my gold pots

So i can rip out your voice box,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

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