This is a song about "Bread"

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

City bread just like the rangers

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

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet