This is a song about "Brunch"

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Maybe the killer likes to eat people for brunch

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

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

They vaguely decipher my language

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

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

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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage