This is a song about "Bread"

You pull up in parking lots

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

U stole my money bread and dough

Heard that you alright though

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

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

City bread just like the rangers

Oldest nation on this earth

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread