This is a song about "Bread"

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Cause i’m balling, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

But we should be body to body

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Like a church in debt

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

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

Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread

And don't perform after him or you might regret