This is a song about "Bread"

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Moco 1 2 4 when i go out

Bring in that bread, but never loaf around

She probably had a reason though

U stole my money bread and dough

A clever idea to take something they said

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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

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

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread

This is like love, that you can never get

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.