This is a song about "Noodle nate hate great fate bread loaf toast"

Got it on lock, you just locked out

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

Toast, toast to the party!

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Feelin great never got time to hate

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets