This is a song about "Nick s lunch"

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Now you speaking my language

And i never ever skipped lunch,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Three lunch boxes a week,

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!