This is a song about "Stale bread"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I'm slaughtering stale, competition, i got the whole block wishing

Cutting me this worthless check

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rack rack city bitch

This a roaster, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Welcome to hell's plot, the spot rots, like stale crops

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Wood chain with a jesus

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich