This is a song about "Sack lunch"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

They vaguely decipher my language

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Too many bitches want a date for lunch