This is a song about "Lunch r"

My mama smoked so god damn much

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts r a commotion

Of masc to the field and double to the r

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

The only time i flirt with her

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

They claim it as their own, africa

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch