This is a song about "Bread"

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

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

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

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

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

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich