This is a song about "Lunch tables"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

So much that i think about just breaking tables

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

They vaguely decipher my language

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

Trying to give them light and a message

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

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

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Party with bitches that throw parties too much