This is a song about "Pack bread"

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

City bread just like the rangers

Talking of the gods you serve

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i roast ya bitch

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

All you knew was rat pack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Don’t you be holding back

You aint even got a pack