This is a song about "Bread money"

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

U stole my money bread and dough

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

D.c. all up in this bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

I work hard for everything i get