This is a song about "Sliced bread"

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

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

All these thoughts in my head might explode when sliced/

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Whoever fights me is gonna get his life sliced by my knife

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

"ooo cute kitty, want some food?" after being just sliced

City bread just like the rangers

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

The damage i'm doing tonight is like the product of all the shit i've sliced

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm not a but i'm the bitch