This is a song about "Lunch money"

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

They at the same spot they making no progress

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Three lunch boxes a week,

The drug that they brain need

Energized and still going

Knocked out in the lunch in

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Man but this ain't no sign language

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

Now you speaking my language