This is a song about "Lunch time"

Then back it up more then lunch lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

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

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Now you speaking my language

And i never ever skipped lunch,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

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

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

My mama smoked so god damn much

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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