This is a song about "Lunch money"

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

My all gold rolly or the

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Feasting off wack mc's just waiting till lunch ends

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

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

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

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

My mama smoked so god damn much