This is a song about "Stale bread"

And that's why they called you bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

And i roast ya bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And the 9th is on the track bitch

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Stealing vision like braille, your improvision is stale,

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread