This is a song about "Lunch meat"

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Knocked out in the lunch in

With a little bit of passion

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

They vaguely decipher my language

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

When my competition ain't much

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

When you fly as a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich