This is a song about "Bread"

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Oldest nation on this earth

City bread just like the rangers

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

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,