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

U stole my money bread and dough

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

Though we were some muslims, had to have our bread and meat

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

And you'll leave in one peace

We can make more, make babies