This is a song about "Brunch"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Maybe the killer likes to eat people for brunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

They vaguely decipher my language

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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