This is a song about "Sunday lunch"

Oh lord like it's sunday

I was raised this way

When my competition ain't much

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

Three lunch boxes a week,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

My mama smoked so god damn much

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Because this man was murdered, he wasn't out for lunch

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message