This is a song about "Garlic bread"

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

You pull up in parking lots

I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Throw d's on that bitch

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

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

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

U stole my money bread and dough

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

He lying i’m on papers

City bread just like the rangers