This is a song about "Corn bread"

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

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

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

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

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head