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

I just play my part make moves like chess

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Watching turtles hate on shredder

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

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

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Think youre the biggest fish in this ragged ass pond, well i'm the fisher...