This is a song about "Lunch time"

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

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

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

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

Yo, it's lunch time/ put a beat on/ write a punch line/ just for practice/ write some

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Three lunch boxes a week,

Then back it up more then lunch lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

But i'll be a damned if i let a man try me for his lunch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

And i never ever skipped lunch,

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Early adapters agree they all late

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate