This is a song about "Pita bread"

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now you speaking my language

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Throw d's on that bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

I'm just trying to focus