This is a song about "Stale bread"

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Rappers got personas yo that shit is kinda stale

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Nobody ain't own us yet

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Cause i’m balling, bitch

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Insincere when standing alone/ heart beating/ becoming stale and frantic/