This is a song about "Bread"

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

Bitch got all them booty shots

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

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

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

And i be countin' money till i pass out

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

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

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way