This is a song about "School lunch"

From the back seat, back seat

Three lunch boxes a week,

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

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

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

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

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

Knocked out in the lunch in

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win