This is a song about "Bread man"

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

It's no longer a new jack city

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Ain't finna peak yet

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

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

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

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

And please never disrespect my set

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread