This is a song about "Bread ned"

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

City bread just like the rangers

Talking of the gods you serve

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Now you speaking my language

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

She a honest girl so i'mma slam her out

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

And i’m ballin' bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich