This is a song about "Bread"

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

City bread just like the rangers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

U stole my money bread and dough

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Kick back and know yo son set