This is a song about "Bread ned"

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

On they twitter writing novels, see

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

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

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed