This is a song about "Bread"

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

U stole my money bread and dough

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

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

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

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed