This is a song about "Lunch"

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

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

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

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

Because this man was murdered, he wasn't out for lunch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

I can pack a punch i got more karats than bugs bunny's lunch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

Spending her time with him i guess

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath