This is a song about "Lunch bro"

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

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

My all gold rolly or the

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Three lunch boxes a week,

I say what my mind speak

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

And i never ever skipped lunch,

So y'all can cope n' touch

Dc has never seen such progress

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Visions, dreams of passion

Knocked out in the lunch in