This is a song about "Bread sticks"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

And i roast ya bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

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

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

But i'm white, quite well off and living out within' the sticks.

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Thought this was forever love