This is a song about "Sliced bread"

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

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rack rack city bitch

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

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