This is a song about "Bread"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i’m ballin' bitch

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

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

That's why they can't mess up my flow

U stole my money bread and dough

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head