This is a song about "Bread"

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

When you fly as a bitch

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

City bread just like the rangers

Adabo to my haters

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

I was gonna write you a poem today

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around