This is a song about "Lunch kit"

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

But i will face fuck your mother with a first aid kit

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Three lunch boxes a week,

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

They vaguely decipher my language

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Cause when i get done you might need more than a first-aid kit

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit