This is a song about "Stale bread"

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

Niggas is working forever my bars

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Like a church in debt

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich