This is a song about "Lunch money"

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

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

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

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

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

Man but this ain't no sign language

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

My mama smoked so god damn much

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch