This is a song about "Lunch money"

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

They vaguely decipher my language

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Knocked out in the lunch in

We gone keep going

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

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

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

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

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