This is a song about "Lunch money"

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

And i never ever skipped lunch,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Because this man was murdered, he wasn't out for lunch

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Tuckin' heat in dungarees and overalls, the free lunch,

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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

I can pack a punch i got more karats than bugs bunny's lunch

Never agree with that message

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

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

They vaguely decipher my language