This is a song about "Makin that bread"

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

But that ain't the end state, cause in state i spit sowed oats for bread

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

I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that i’ve died

I make a way for my people to see the light

Or now they don't praise enough

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Now i'm the high guy that can divide, i divide your head and your bread

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed