This is a song about "Sunday lunch"

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Oh i gotta face the day

You know he flea by sunday

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Knocked out in the lunch in

Oh-kay, here's the situation