This is a song about "Lunch bro"

And mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,

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

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

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

Are we living or dead bro

I'll teach you how to take it slow

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

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

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

And i never ever skipped lunch,

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

They vaguely decipher my language

And bro, you've been deposed

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

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