This is a song about "Bread"

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

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

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

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

City bread just like the rangers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Now i’m up in this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Word, absence will make the heart grow

U stole my money bread and dough