This is a song about "Chili cheese bread"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

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

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

See it's hard to make it out when you're on government cheese,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous