This is a song about "School lunch"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Then back it up more then lunch lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Tuckin' heat in dungarees and overalls, the free lunch,

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

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

I can pack a punch i got more karats than bugs bunny's lunch