This is a song about "Catchin bread"

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

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

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

On they twitter writing novels, see

Catchin up, in the game,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Catchin' up with hood niggas, ballin', rhymin' triple beam,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Never ever catchin cold feet because i walk on fire

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Man but this ain't no sign language