This is a song about "Laying this bread while i get in bed"

Its the lying and the bottom that laying me in this ditch

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I would stay quiet and cry in my bed

Even when i'm grey and your dead laying in a grave cuz i spit like a legend sprays"...

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Give us this day, our daily bread

Still laying in my bed

Someone get this man a loaf of bread!!! before he screams

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Bread crumbs in her cooch so you know i had to hit

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead