This is a song about "Banana bread"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

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

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Am i cheating on this woman if i'm gettin' naked pictures from another

Fucking your mother 'n' sister with a banana in a rubber

I'm not a but i'm the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Somebody hold the banana, clip

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit