This is a song about "Bread"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

I’ve never seen my neighbors

City bread just like the rangers

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

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch