This is a song about "My lunch"

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

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

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

My mama smoked so god damn much

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

They vaguely decipher my language

Lying to yourself, all over an image

And i never ever skipped lunch,

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid