This is a song about "Stale bread"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Trip, and then you never snitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I goes in, this is such a cinch

Man your lyrics are so stale, your delivery is frail,

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck