This is a song about "Brunch"

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

Maybe the killer likes to eat people for brunch

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

I feel they praisin too much

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch