This is a song about "Sunday lunch"

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

Oh lord like it's sunday

I was raised this way

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

They vaguely decipher my language

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

Now you speaking my language

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

I'm on deck i'm up next

Or a sunday fry x4

I get dressed in my sunday best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch