This is a song about "Nick s lunch"

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt

Our children must be taught, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Now you speaking my language

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Have no souls indeed

Three lunch boxes a week,