This is a song about "Lunch table"

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

Trying to give them light and a message

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

He even offered that and it's still on the table

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

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

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

A legend have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga