This is a song about "Lunch special"

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Bitch i'm delivering newspapers-special delivery,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

They vaguely decipher my language

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

Knocked out in the lunch in

I know that love it could begin

Is just the beginning to our special evening

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything