This is a song about "Nick s lunch"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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