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

That's game bitch, ain't shit

Then i peace it and split

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see