This is a song about "Lunch money"

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

Energized and still going

Knocked out in the lunch in

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

They vaguely decipher my language

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

So y'all can cope n' touch

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

I just play my part make moves like chess

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath