This is a song about "Bread an butta"

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

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

City bread just like the rangers