This is a song about "Garbage bread"

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I'd rather inject my brain with straight garbage,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Lifes a big garbage truck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Garbage stan, fuck with me, ima dip you in a garbage can

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

When you fly as a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Cause todays garbage collection day

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Hoping that nobody don't notice