This is a song about "Lunch table"

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

Lady at the frank stand will

Eat her out, now she's the table

While you stand under the table

Baby, you're an angel

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble