This is a song about "Lunch money"

Trying to give them light and a message

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

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

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Knocked out in the lunch in

Energized and still going

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

But i'll be a damned if i let a man try me for his lunch

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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

The proverbial lemonade that i made

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

And mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,