This is a song about "Turtles pond lunch melinda bassoon"

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Your lines are too too simple like a single fish in a pond

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

The science and the art, africa

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Watching turtles hate on shredder

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

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