This is a song about "Lunch"

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Three lunch boxes a week,

Man but this ain't no sign language

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

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

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Knocked out in the lunch in

Go where you ain't been

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

And i'm a just take another guess

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Feasting off wack mc's just waiting till lunch ends

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

Straight g thing, double m g thing