This is a song about "Lunch"

I can pack a punch i got more karats than bugs bunny's lunch

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Because this man was murdered, he wasn't out for lunch

Don't laugh bro, its not funny i'm hungry for lunch and shit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

My mama smoked so god damn much

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

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

About the way i'm feeling

Tuckin' heat in dungarees and overalls, the free lunch,

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