This is a song about "Bread"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Forever you my bottom bitch

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Im trying to see her in bed

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

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