This is a song about "Brunch"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Man but this ain't no sign language

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Maybe the killer likes to eat people for brunch

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

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