This is a song about "Cross bread"

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Got that cross on my forehead,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

This a roaster, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Before your roll get popped

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

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