This is a song about "Moldy bread"

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

Wrong drink, the right work

Like i'm a moldy old herb

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

I’ve never seen my neighbors

City bread just like the rangers

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Finding more light to shed

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead