This is a song about "Lunch box"

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

When my competition ain't much

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

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

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Ten years in an aluminum box

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Never agree with that message

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village