This is a song about "Bread"

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

But we should be body to body

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

And that's why they called you bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

U stole my money bread and dough

The world looking out, they on the front row

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

You already know you're dead