This is a song about "Pita bread"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Cause i’m balling, bitch

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

City bread just like the rangers

He lying i’m on papers

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Get rough with me, that night flow

U stole my money bread and dough