This is a song about "Sunday lunch"

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

And then rainbow on sunday

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Trying to give them light and a message

Three lunch boxes a week,

I’m way harder than the concrete

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Life has put her to the test

I get dressed in my sunday best

I love your ambition

Knocked out in the lunch in

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

Man but this ain't no sign language

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

And i never ever skipped lunch,