This is a song about "Bread"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said