This is a song about "Lunch tables"

But don't fall asleep

Three lunch boxes a week,

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa

Double mg not to mention

Knocked out in the lunch in

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Because this man was murdered, he wasn't out for lunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch