This is a song about "Brunch on a summerday"

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

My mama smoked so god damn much

I'm a p.i.m.p never trick on a bitch.

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Never laid a fist on you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Im doing this on a beat

Yea i'm missin some sleep

He aint clean on a scene

Tell a bitch lean

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Maybe drop a hamilton on a sick domain

Count on myself like a castaway

Watch them get they monica on all day

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Raw, like a hard on wit no condom on