This is a song about "Bread chasing"

City bread just like the rangers

He lying i’m on papers

And don't perform after him or you might regret

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

I not chasing no hoe

Same bitches used to play me though

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My time with this bullshit i'm chasing

I know the moves i'm making