This is a song about "Lunch tables"

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Three lunch boxes a week,

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

And mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,

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

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

I feel they praisin too much