This is a song about "French bread"

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

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

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

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

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Nas told me life's a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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 talent should take me places i've never been

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

Modify your quota bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Yeah, we get this cabbage