This is a song about "Pete bread"

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

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

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

No, just put us on death row

U stole my money bread and dough

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

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

The good kid from the ugly city

I'm went from god to a king, pete rose, philly,

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Wood chain with a jesus