This is a song about "Nick s lunch"

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

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

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

I feel they praisin too much

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Pepe le pew my music

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

They vaguely decipher my language

Man but this ain't no sign language

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Double mg not to mention

Knocked out in the lunch in