This is a song about "Banana bread"

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now i’m up in this bitch

Now you speaking my language

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

City bread just like the rangers

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet