This is a song about "Toasted bread"

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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