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

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

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

Three lunch boxes a week,

Girl listen, trying to position

Knocked out in the lunch in

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

A white rapper,rabbit, but we win it like its a turtles race/

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

And mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,

Flow my sold little blister like a flames pond rippling...

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

Quacking when i'm rapping sending back them to their lame pond

I want that title but they got me fighting under card