This is a song about "Lunch r"

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

So in layman’s terms my words burn

U r the ass who made me learn...

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Lookin’ for some action

Knocked out in the lunch in

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

All my nigears r in the projects

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

Go nuts, instrumental flow much