This is a song about "Lunch box"

My mama smoked so god damn much

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Trying to give them light and a message

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

You pull up in parking lots

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

Lying to yourself, all over an image