This is a song about "Lunch meat"

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

They vaguely decipher my language

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

Sometimes i think, what i need

Yeah you can call me new meat

Last of a dying breed

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

If he does my soul to keep

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat