This is a song about "Lunch kit"

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Knocked out in the lunch in

Reapin' what i put inside the tuth, here's the sewin' kit

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

A sedative saves me from a medic kit

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

Trying to give them light and a message

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

And i never ever skipped lunch,

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

The way i stitch like a pissed off prick rhyming shit with a sewing kit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket