This is a song about "Toasted bread"

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Nas told me life's a bitch

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet