This is a song about "Having lunch with a client"

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

Her first client, was a guy with a stutter

Without having to worry about a hubby

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

While i chill with the crew. wake up in the morning having learned a life lesson

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Yeah, we just having a good time

Since when was having dreams a crime?/

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch