This is a song about "Lunch tables"

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Sometimes i think, what i need

Three lunch boxes a week,

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

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

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Then i redecorated, that meant the tables turned.

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper and caught the chasers.

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

So much that i think about just breaking tables

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love