This is a song about "Bread head netflix chill"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Forever you my bottom bitch

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

Meditation, no medication can't help me to chill

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Chill son, five more minutes

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Lady at the frank stand will

They tell me i need to chill

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

I'm gon remember her, but still