This is a song about "Lunch kit"

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Knocked out in the lunch in

And the reason that i'm going

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Of impactful things one can ask for

I'm hopping in the game without a manual or starter kit

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

Sugar coated bars sweeter than a kit kat

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack