This is a song about "Eggy bread"

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

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

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

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

A clever idea to take something they said

Rather beatin on the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head