This is a song about "Pita bread"

Eat a dick nigga, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness/

D.c. all up in this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich