This is a song about "Cross bread"

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

I'm not a but i'm the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Throw d's on that bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

D.c. all up in this bitch