This is a song about "Bread"

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

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

Rather beatin on the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

There must be another route, way out

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

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head