This is a song about "Eating bread"

Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

When you fly as a bitch

City bread just like the rangers

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

My team winning that's a fact boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Mines is family over everything

No rations or resources for eating//

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich