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

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

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

My god made the sea and land

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Maybe start his own revolution.

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

Land of the burgers and fries,

I need a backyard full court size

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

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

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

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