This is a song about "Nick s lunch"

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

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

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

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

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick