This is a song about "Toasted bread"

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

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

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

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Now i’m up in this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

At your funeral everybody toasted

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch