This is a song about "Communism peace land and bread revolution"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I'm duckin' the feds, touchin' the bread, and hopefully, faithfully,

And you'll leave in one peace

That'll do anything that i please

And they all mint condition

Or for a revolution

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

And peace to this young warrior,

Eat your bread and spread the threat that theres a price

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Your friends say, why we not together yet