This is a song about "Brunch"

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

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

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Maybe the killer likes to eat people for brunch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

My mama smoked so god damn much