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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

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

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

They vaguely decipher my language

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

Took the van, went snatch her

Watching turtles hate on shredder

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

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