This is a song about "Potato bread"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

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

Nas told me life's a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Probably die getting some head

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin