This is a song about "French bread"

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

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

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

Now you speaking my language

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

You just trynna be haters

City bread just like the rangers

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Blow trees like a hurricane

And that's why they called you bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich